Our mirror image
“You look so familiar.” “You are the splitting image of.” “You have a twin somewhere out here.” “Do you know this person looks just like you?” I can go on and on with examples of similarities such as these. I was told of so many whom I favor, and I personally know several who do. Not many are short, light skin with freckles.
Have you ever thought of what would happen if you really did meet someone who was your mirror image? How would that feel? Would you have a speech already planned out? Would you both be polar opposites?
Now here’s a story..
My day begins at work just like any other day. Pick up the next patient’s chart, obtain weight, vital signs, go over medications, administer any pre-operative medications and start IV fluids. This particular patient was just as bubbly and nervous about their upcoming procedure, and rightly so. As I go through my routine of getting this patient ready, I glance down when putting on the blood pressure cuff at the screensaver which looks so familiar from a photo, I recall seeing years ago. As I go back to my station, I research the name I’ve known and the same photo pops up.
As I return to the patient’s room to wrap up my duties, I was adamant about being silent because of fear. My purpose was to finish and move onto the next patient ready for surgery. Then we were alone because the family had left the room, so we began small talk and laughing. I stopped in my tracks and began to ask certain questions, leaving this patient with a puzzled look. These questions are same the patient had been asking for years also.
It’s been well over 10 years ago since I was told of another sibling on my biological father’s side. I wasn’t sure about reaching out just because I didn’t want to feel rejected. Keep in mind the fear of everything! Fear of unknown. Fear of rejection. Hence the reason for remaining silent.
The patient I was preparing for surgery is my biological sister! My mirror image! Tears of joy. Tears of relief. Tears!
She told me that she has been looking for me well over 20 years and I had no clue. Researching my middle name and a different last name. The same fear of rejection, fear of unknown and fear of everything was the exact same feelings she was having. There are so many questions I still have, and one thing is for sure; I can put this puzzle together. We both can!
My fears kept me from moving forward and staying complacent, God said instead. I’m beyond blessed that we both have accepted one another and we have stayed in contact since! More memories to make! Praise God!
Be Kept!
