A LIFE MORE ORDINARY - Shining Lights, Blessed Miracles


By Gaylen Duskey

I have spent a little time doing what many people do this time of year - checking out the Christmas decorations of others.

And I have seen some beautiful ones such as a couple of great displays on U.S. 33 between Millstone and Spencer; one very nice one in a bottom on W.Va. 16 south of Arnoldsburg; some here in Grantsville and of course Jim Bell's extravaganza near the Grantsville city limits where you start up Phillips Run.

Of course there are other very nice displays, but the one that to me shines the brightest in just across Elizabeth Street in our neighbor's (Henry and Phyllis Richards) front yard. It is one of those circular trees that I'm sure you have seen thousands of times with multicolored lights running from the top down to the ground.

Under normal circumstance I would consider the tree pretty but not overly outstanding.

But I know the rest of the story. And the rest of the story is what makes this tree so beautiful.

About a year ago - Jan. 1, 2003 - Henry and Phyllis came over to visit us. We talked about mundane things like the weather, family, etc., etc., and at about 9:30 in the evening they went home.

At about 3:30 a.m. a drama started unfolding next door. I may have even been up fiddling around on the computer when this life-and-death struggle began, but if I were I knew nothing about it.

Not until the next morning when Henry got hold of us did we learn any of what was going on.

Phyllis, he said, had suffered a heart attack and had been transported to CAMC in Charleston. But that is such a bare bones analysis of things . The story itself is much more than that. It is the story of a miracle.

Yes, Phyllis had had a heart attack. It was a massive heart attack. Phyllis woke up unable to breath. She told Henry it felt like there was a weight on her chest. Henry called another neighbor Sonja Cain, a nurse at Minnie Hamilton. Sonja immediately called for an EMS squad. When it arrived it had to shock her. They were going to fly her from Minnie Hamilton to Charleston but a heavy fog socked in Grantsville and the helicopter could not make it. They decided instead to take her in an ambulance.

I have heard 13 times and I have heard 17 times. But en route they had to repeatedly shock her to get her heart started again and it makes little difference the exact number of times other than to show just how near death she was.

At the hospital they did what they could do and waited.

And a lot of us prayed.

She lay in the hospital for a few days before regaining consciousness. It would still be touch-and-go for many days before she got out of the hospital. It would be touch-and-go many months before she started feeling like recovery was a probability, not a possibility.

Today it is still touch and go because she tires easy and doesn't have a lot of energy from time to time.

But there is enough energy to be a neighbor and friend to Linda, Elizabeth and me. There is enough energy to be a mother to Kelly and Becky and a wife to Henry.

Last year Christmas at the Richards' household was bright, but nothing special beyond the normal holiday season.

This year Christmas is very special.

That's why the little Christmas tree in the lot at the corner of Elizabeth and Main in Grantsville shines the brightest of all to me, because I know the rest of the story.

You may contact Gaylen Duskey at realfang@citlink.net

Hur Herald from Sunny Cal
The information on these pages, to the extent the law allows, remains the exclusive property of Bob and Dianne Weaver and The Hur Herald. information cannot be used in any type of commercial endeavor, or used on a web site without the express permission of the owner. Hur Herald published printed editions 1996-1999, Online Hur Herald Publishing, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021