Who's Telling The Truth?



Fifteen minutes to 08:00 in the morning, my other co-worker and I were taking turns running around, seeing one sick inmate after another. Then, she ran to a unit when they asked for help as the inmate seemed to be having a seizure. Five minutes later, another distress call over the radio was requesting for Medical staff’s help.

“Possible heart attack,” the call blared.

“Unit 13 nurse copy. Enroute in 1,” I replied [meaning I was on my way and that’s my ETA was in 1 minute at the max].

“They couldn’t say that! [“heart attack”],” exclaimed the newly-arrived day charge nurse getting her report from our night shift lead nurse.

“Perhaps, they’re panicking. I’m on my way now,” I replied to her.

“Okay, then call us if you need help,” she uttered.

The hallway was long though it was the same hallway that led to our Infirmary. I hurried my little steps as I toted the heavy emergency bag, praying for the Lord to protect me and guide me with His wisdom and I asked for discernment.

The heavy metal door popped open. The unit deputy met me and had warned me that there was some issue earlier with the same man, complaining of chest pain now. He complained about other inmates being noisy but there was really no one making such a big noise. When they told him to go back to his bed, that was when he started complaining of chest pains.

The inmate workers were serving “chow” [breakfast trays]. They had barely finished their meals. As I approached the particular cell, there were perhaps, twenty-something bodies lined up against the wall as the deputy went with me and assisted me to a the farthest bed in a corner. On it was a seventy-something man, laying on his left side and while clutching his mid-chest, started moaning a lot and was complaining of severe pain. Since I noticed he was breathing okay, I had requested the deputy to put him on a guerney and I would rather take him to the Clinic because if anything happened, all of our equipments were there and there would be more nurses to help me, in case it was a true heart attack and if he coded.

Five minutes later, as he still clutched his chest, I tried hard to take his vital signs. Everything appeared normal. The blood pressure was not that bad. I motioned for him to get on top of the exam table so I could do an EKG to check if there was something going on with his heart.

It took a while before the other nurse and I got a good reading, as even a minor movement would affect the result. We didn’t see anything to be of concern and as we were trying to read the EKG, he started complaining:

“I got kicked!” while moaning still.

“Who kicked you?” I asked.

“This tall, Hispanic deputy in my unit. I told him that there were 2 inmates who were loud and he got upset and kicked me!” he claimed.

I didn’t see any inflammation nor bruising on the area he mentioned as source of pain. It was slightly tender to the touch. There was no deformity. If he had any broken ribs, for sure, he wouldn’t be able to breathe and even talk. He denied any prior injury and his chart noted his history of diabetes. I stopped asking him and reported to the day charge nurse, who in turn, immediately notified the Sargeant. He would probably need to do a further investigation regarding the man’s claim, because the deputy was involved.

This situation is tough. How do we know who’s telling the truth? The Lord warns us not to judge and He’s so right on that. Every story seems so true until you hear both sides. One thing is for sure, it’s only the Lord Who knows who’s telling the truth for He sees all of our actions, words, and even thoughts.

It was time for me to leave as I finished the EKG and my report to the charge nurse. The doctor would be in, in just a few minutes. My heart was heavy. I just prayed that the Lord would help the man if he was telling the truth for it to come out. And if he wasn’t, I still prayed for him that he wouldn’t get in so much trouble.

Proverbs 12:19 –“The lip of truth shall be established forever; but a lying tongue is but for a moment.”

Romans 14:13 –“Therefore, let us stop passing judgment on one another. Instead, make up your mind not to put any stumbling block or obstacle in your brother’s way.”

Matthew 7:2 –“For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.”

Job 28:24 –“For He views the ends of the earth and sees everything under the heavens.”

Don God's Armor

A man in his early 20’s was naked, drunk and yelling profanities outside the bar’s door. The owner of the bar called the police who immediately showed up. The man became combative and was resisting arrest.

I was the Intake Nurse working that night, orientating a new nurse. It was hard to work in that place as the new arrestees were brought by police officers, loaded with alcohol or drug substances, combative or resisting arrest until they even get there in the jail. Their behavior could be unpredictable. Sometimes, it was difficult to get straight answers when medical questions were thrown at them.

It was my duty to assess them well and decide whether they would be medically fit to stay in the jail. If not, they get sent to the hospital to be evaluated first and only when the ER doctors release them back to jail, could they be processed and booked.

“Intake Nurse, can you meet us in the yard? Combative here,” requested by the Intake Deputy.

“Intake Nurse copy,” I answered over the radio, as I grabbed the blood pressure cuff and my stethoscope.

I heard the loud yelling coming from the Male Intake Yard. The same man was in no fear to resist his arrest despite seeing at least ten deputies, not including his arresting officers. He was yelling at the top of his lungs, being belligerent.

Before I showed up in the yard as I tried to finish asking another arrestee ahead of him, I heard the commotion inside, near the Nurse’s clinic. They brought the combative man in the “Search and Hold” area, still yelling, trying to kick, trying to bite, anything, to show that he was not afraid of the authorities. An Intake Deputy approached the door and asked me if I didn’t mind assessing him there. To which I obliged.

I was still about 3 yards away from him when he started covering his eyes as he saw me approached him. He looked so panic-stricken when he saw me approaching, the opposite of what he was doing with the deputies.

“Go away! Go away from me!” he screamed.

“Sir, I’m the nurse here and I just need to make sure you are not sick to stay here,” I calmly responded.

“No! Go away! I want my mother!” still crouching, his face filled with terror.

“Who’s your mother?” I asked [to assess his orientation, too at the same time].

“Devlin! Her name is Devlin” still screaming and the smell of alcohol filled that small space as he talked. He won’t allow me to approach him so I quickly examined him with my eyes to make sure that there were no wounds or no head traumas. I motioned for the deputy to bring him to a sobering cell so we could just monitor him. When he would sober up, that was when I would ask him the medical questionnaires.

I went back to my little clinic. I started praying softly, no one could hear me but I knew my Lord would. I prayed for discernment and protection and started praying for this man. The nurse I was orientating forced me to take my break at that time and told me she would cover for me. She knew we had a long night and that I looked tired. Refreshed after my short break, I headed back to the Intake Nurse’s Clinic. I could hear a man’s voice echoing even on the other side of the Female Intake, humming to what sounded like a chant but his voice sounded like there were 7 voices. I saw some officers looking at him as he did that through the big, glass window, obviously amused by what they were witnessing.

My orientee was so excited to see me back and said, “That was the combative guy! He’s humming like he’s praying or something but it sounds weird like he has many voices.”

“I know,” I replied. “I could hear him, too as I was walking back”.

I uttered more prayers silently - for deliverance. I knew there was something spiritual going on with this man. I knew there was a spiritual battle being waged over this man. By the power of the Lord Jesus, I prayed earnestly, softly, in whispers.

I heard him threw up. There was a short period of calmness. He wasn’t yelling anymore. He wasn’t humming anymore with that weird chants. All of a sudden, I saw him standing by the huge, glass window, all calm and like nothing happened. He was so calm that I was able to approach that window and was able to ask him the health screening I needed to do. The deputies were all amazed by how quick his demeanor changed. I wasn’t. I knew what happened and I was thanking God for His help.

The works of the devil is real but I am not glorifying the works of the enemies here. I am glorifying no one but God alone. I just know that God is there to help us win any spiritual battles we face. It’s important to don His Armor every day. We shouldn’t be afraid. God already provided us His help: we have the Holy Spirit in us. When we feel discouraged, weak, and vulnerable, just remember “Jesus”.



“Be strong in the Lord’s mighty power”. –Ephesians 6:10

“You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the One Who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.” – 1 John 4:4

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"If only you would prepare your heart and lift up your hands to Him in prayer! Get rid of your sins and leave all iniquity behind you. Then your face will brighten in innocence. You will be strong and free of fear. You will forget your misery. It will all be gone like water under the bridge. Your life will be brighter than noonday. Any darkness will be as bright as morning. You will have courage because you will have hope. You will be protected and will rest in safety. You will lie down unafraid, and many will look to you for help."

-Job 11:13-19 [Life Application Bible].


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Living Water


It was the change of shift. But our charge nurse got a call from one of the female units and wanted to send a pregnant inmate, complaining of abdominal pain. Five minutes later, the young female came in with a waddling kind of walk. She was pregnant for 6 months now.

“What’s wrong?”

“Ma’am, I have bad cramps”.

“Any active bleeding?”

“No, Ma’am. Just cramps.”

After taking her vital signs, I found out everything was normal. Together with a co-worker, we assessed the baby’s heartbeats, using the Doppler monitor. Her tummy started moving around which was a good sign that the baby was kicking inside her and the heart beat was fine and within a normal range. I had her get up and gave her a little cup.

“Ma’am, try to urinate and put a little sample in this cup. I’ll check your urine for possible infection.”

“Okay, Ma’am”, she responded as she slowly made her way toward the bathroom for the female inmates.

After doing the urine UA [Urinalysis] dipstick, it showed some presence of bacteria and mild amount of blood.

“Ma’am, how many cups of water a day do you drink?” I asked.

“Not so much. Sometimes, I don’t,” was her reply.

“No wonder. You will have cramping from having a bladder infection. You will need antibiotics. So I just want you to remain sitted in the waiting area until our jail doctor gets here and examine you further. More likely, the doctor will give you antibiotics and tell you to drink a lot of water!” I explained.

I’m sure this inmate had learned a painful lesson of not drinking enough water, especially in her condition of being pregnant. The spasms could really be awful if she had a bladder infection. Worse yet, if she became dehydrated, that could have been life-threatening to her and the baby inside her womb!

When Jesus met the Samaritan woman at the well, He told her of the living water that He could supply [John 4:10-15]. Christ invites anyone to come and drink of the water of life. Salvation cannot be earned. God gives it freely. We are living in a world desperately thirsty for living water. Many are dying of thirst. As Christians, we can choose to advice and tell others who are thirsty that there is a living water that gives life!

“Let the thirsty ones come – anyone who wants to. Let them come and drink the water of life without charge.” –Revelation 22:17
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