If you are a country or gospel music fan, you are most likely familiar with the song “Wings of a Dove” written in 1958 by Bob Ferguson. It was first recorded by Ferlin Husky and hit Number One on the country music charts in 1960. Because of it’s popularity, many other country artists throughout the years have also recorded it. The first verse reads, “On the wings of a snow white dove. He sends His pure sweet love. A sign from above. On the wings of a dove.“ Harkening back to this song, this story comes from one of our skilled care providers who is also an avid aviator.
That we at GRC spend many hours in airplanes trying to get to global workers is just a fact of member care life; trips of four thousand, eight thousand miles are routine; ten, even 14 hour legs are not uncommon. After all, to get to the global worker we have to fly, right?
He is referred by a member care counselor from another sending agency; he had been placed on a medication by his family doctor in the US, which has greatly helped him be able to do his work. The medication is not available in his country of service. The referring counselor hoped I might be able to meet with him via virtual interview, prescribe the medication and have someone take it to him, but the nature of the medication is such that 1) I can’t prescribe it unless I physically see the person, and 2) I can only prescribe it if that evaluation takes place in Arizona or South Carolina, the two states where I am licensed. I do initiate the virtual (video) initial interview, in part to confirm the history but also to deliver the news that I can’t meet the need; he is there, I am here, and never the twain shall meet…
I learned to fly years ago, at one time an accomplished private pilot with commercial and instrument ratings. As income has decreased and age increased, the opportunities to fly have been few. A member of our church allowed me to become a part owner of an old (less so than I, but more so than any of my children) single engine Cessna, which I do get to fly on occasion; it was one of the activities that my wife enjoyed to the very end, and one of our favorite trips was to a small regional airport in the southern part of AZ, on which sits the prototypical airport diner, rich in cholesterol, high test caffeine, and aviation wall hangings.
I explain to the global worker the insurmountable limitations that will keep me from being able to prescribe what he needs. Jokingly I add, if only you could get to Arizona, I might be able to make it work. He then tells me that his agency has a small training facility located in southern AZ, hidden away, not known to many, but he is due there for a one week administrative meeting. I have to look it up: located about 30 minutes from the airport described above.
As I write I have just completed the logbook entries: one hour flight down, one hour flight back. Breakfast: 2 eggs, hash browns, wheat toast, black coffee strength approaching illegal. Evaluation completed, in person. One year supply of medication prescribed, legally. Global worker happy. GRC delivers again, “on the field”. Boom.
My God Rocks!
Our God most certainly does rock and His timing is prefect. The goal of GRC is to help as many global workers as possible but we have a problem. We have reached capacity. Please pray God would bring more qualified counselors to GRC so that we can meet the demand, keep global workers on the field, and He may receive glory. As you pray, would you consider giving a donation to scholarship a session for someone to receive care? When you pray and when you give, you serve global workers around the world. Thank you for partnering with GRC.
You enable global workers to THRIVE!