College Students, Halloween Night and the Emergency Room

Where is the last place you want to end up Halloween night?

Any emergency room in any hospital in any city in the United States.

Where did my husband find himself Halloween night?

You guessed it.

Long story short: My daughter brought home 2 girls and 2 guys from Ole Miss to Auburn for the game this weekend. Ole Miss won, which should have made for an awesome weekend for this group. And it did, until…

Saturday night the weather here took a nasty turn for the worse – massive rainstorms.  And these kids were exhausted because they typically burn the candle at both ends. So they decided exhaustion + torrential rain = hanging out at the house and watching a movie Saturday night. (Now there’s the difference between juniors in college and freshmen. They actually think about how tired they are, what all they have waiting for them when they get back to school, etc.) So there they were, in my upstairs den totally behaving themselves, watching a movie when one of them had an all out seizure.

That’s right. A body-go-rigid, drool-coming-out-of-his-mouth, profusely-sweating seizure. The kids rushed down to get my husband and I out of bed (my gosh it was 11:00 so you know I was in the bed) and after this young man became a little more coherent my husband loaded up all 5 of them and took off for the E.R. in a driving rainstorm. Could Halloween night get any worse?

Apparently it could – not for us really but more for the parade of characters coming into the E.R. on Halloween night. Caesar (remember it’s Halloween) brought in a girl who was totally incapacitated. Spartan cheerleaders Craig and Arianna sat next to a boy with a gash on his nose. Then you had not one, but two college students who had been hit so hard in their mouths that their jaws were probably broken. Add in a guy who was escorted out of the E.R. in handcuffs by the police and a girl wheeled into the E.R. with gunshot wounds, and you have quite the cast of characters, all looking like they drank their way to the bottom of a “handle” of some brand of liquor producing extremely painful results.

The first reaction might be to judge these kids. “How could they?” “What were they thinking?” But that’s not what my husband said as he relayed these stories when he got home at 2:45 a.m. His words to me were, “Someone needs to be praying over that E.R.”

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And by “someone,” he meant us.

It didn’t hit me until later that my husband’s reaction was exactly what Jesus would have wanted. Instead of judging these kids for drinking to the point of an E.R. visit, we should be praying for them. We need to be praying that the driving force (i.e. the enemy) behind the drinking would stop, praying a trip to the E.R. would be a wake-up call for these kids, praying that the parents would somehow be made aware of what was going on with their children so that they could help these kids work through this issue and start making better choices.

The Bible is full of relevant verses to pray over college students and here’s one that was extremely relative for the E.R. on Halloween night: “Be very careful, then, how you live – not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil. Therefore, do not be foolish, but understand what the Lord’s will is. Do not get drunk on wine, which leads to debauchery. Instead, be filled with the Spirit.” (Ephesians 5:15-18)

College campuses and college students need prayer warriors.

And yep, so do emergency rooms.

Be one.

Blessings!
Leigh

P.S. Turns out the E.R. doc thinks the seizure was brought on by stress and lack of sleep. So I guess we got the best outcome out of a scary situation – praise Jesus!

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