Yesterday Joe and I went to see his nephew take his first communion. We got there a tad late and consequently had to stand at the back of the church. About 15 minutes after we arrived, there was some commotion in the row where Joe's family was sitting. Next thing we hear is, "CALL 911!"
Joe said, "It's my dad!" So we ran up to the front and found Joe's dad white as a ghost, passed out in the pew. While we were running up to the front, I was digging in my purse to find my phone. I couldn't find it fast enough so I dumped my purse on the ground, found my phone, and called 911. I started panicking and couldn't even tell the dispatcher exactly where in Maryland we were. All I could say was St. Joseph's church in Maryland. I asked where we were and I guess no one heard or was paying attention. Thankfully, another woman who was from the area, and more calm than I, had made a call to 911 also and was able to tell them exactly where we were.
A man ran up from the back of the church and said he was a doctor. Another man ran up too and said he was an EMT. The 2 of them laid Poppa Joe down, loosened his belt and unbuttoned his shirt. The doctor took his pulse, while people fanned him down. After a minute or two, which seemed like an eternity, Poppa Joe came around and asked what happened.
Right about that time the priest came down from his podium and walked over to where Joe and I were standing. The first thing out of his mouth was, "Can we move him to the back of the room so we can go on?" He didn't ask if he was OK, he didn't ask who he was related to, he didn't ask the family if they want him to read the last rights, he didn't even ask if he could do anything to help. Nope. All he was concerned with was getting the show back on the road. No one answered him. He asked again. And again. And again. Finally the doctor looked up at him with a stern look and said, "This man isn't going anywhere until the ambulance gets here." At that point we didn't know what had happened. Heart attack? Stroke? The heat got to him? (it was crazy hot in that joint) No one knew.
One of the church ladies had come with a wheelchair but had put it back when she realized that we weren't moving him until the ambulance arrived. But the priest had told her to get it because we needed to move him. She brought it back but said, "It's here ONLY if you need it."
The ambulance came and took him to the hospital. Joe and I followed the ambulance and waited for him to be admitted. They did some preliminary tests and determined that it wasn't a heart attack or stroke. The doctor said that 50% of the time they cannot determine what's caused someone to pass out like Poppa Joe did. They kept him over night to do some more tests and monitor him.
Back to the priest. I have NEVER in my life seen such a lack of compassion from a man of God. He had no concern what so ever about the elderly man in his 70's passed out in the pew. All he cared about was getting on with mass. We are infuriated! Joe and I wanted to write letters to the church along with one to the dioceses of which that church belonged. However, it's the church his sister goes to and she asked us not to. Bullshit. But it's her church and we should probably respect her wishes.
All I know is that priest is a fucking asshole and I hope that when his time comes, he has to answer to God as to why he was more concerned about proceeding with a mass than he was with the life of another human being. The worst thing is that from start to finish, the entire episode only took about 15 minutes away from mass. FIFTEEN FUCKING MINUTES! Asshole.
Deep Throat of the Day: That priest totally SUCKS!