The day had finally come that my fiance was due to board the plane to come to the Philippines. He was now due to arrive only one day before our wedding, which really made me nervous, because all the relatives were already coming from far places. If anything went wrong it would be a tremendous humiliation for both me and my family.
Then came the phone call. He had missed his flight out. He had been struck by the number one occupational hazard for all engineers, a bleeding hemorrhoid. This was nothing like he had ever experienced before or has experienced since. He was bleeding profusely and could not get the bleeding to stop. He finally ended up having to go to the emergency room to get stitched up. It took four hours before the heavy bleeding was finally stopped. Then came the big question. Was the doctor going to give him the OK to fly seven thousand miles in his delicate condition?
After a short explanation of the circumstances the answer was a tentative yes. After a near sleepless night, he got up the next morning to start the drill all over again. This time he needed to go to the emergency room doctor to get a written release for the airlines to accept his emergency schedule change and authorize flying that day. The doctor was tied up and was able to sign the release just in the nick of time for him to make his flight out. He was now scheduled to meet me face to face for the first time only four hours before the scheduled start of our wedding.
My husband calls me a worry wart. I imagine all sorts of terrible things happening no matter how unlikely. I now began to wonder if I was going to have a nervous breakdown. With all the things that had already gone wrong I was imagining every conceivable bad possibility. It seemed like the devil was hard at work trying to make sure that this wedding would not come to pass. Was this really God’s will or were we both just crazy?