"Action expresses priorities"
It's one of those quotes that sticks in your head. I remember seeing it somewhere years ago, and on Monday it came rushing back to remind me how true it is.
"Action speaks louder than words..."
...is another one.
I have been suffering with flu since I returned from England almost two weeks ago. Last Sunday evening I was particularly poorly. I couldn't breathe properly, constant coughing had left my entire body aching and my heart seemed to be beating much too fast, making me feel like I was about to pass out.
Mr Ayak phoned me from Istanbul, as he does each day, and informed me that he would ask his cousin who lives some 50km away from us, to drive up and take me to the hospital. Not wanting to make an unnecessary fuss (and I hate putting people out), I insisted I would leave it overnight in the hope I would feel better in the morning.
Monday morning came...and so did Mr Ayak. He caught the 7am flight down from Istanbul, having borrowed the money from his boss (with enough to pay for medical treatment), and by 9.30am we were at the hospital in Milas.
Medical treatment here is fast and efficient, it never fails to amaze me. Without having an appointment, I was able to see a doctor, who did blood tests, monitored my heart, checked my lungs and blood pressure. My heart is OK, blood pressure a little high but only to be expected, and my lungs are OK except for congestion caused by a particularly bad bout of flu. So I now have medication to deal with the problems. Slowly but surely it's doing the trick. I'm still feeling weak but I know I'm on the mend.
On leaving the hospital, Mr Ayak collected some shopping from the supermarket, then insisted I have some lunch, as I hadn't been eating much...and then we returned home.
Having made sure I was OK, he then got a lift back to the airport in time to catch a flight back to Istanbul just before 2pm. I can't imagine achieving all this in any other country in one morning!
I moan about Mr Ayak. I more often than not take him for granted. Don't we all do this at times? But then something like this happens to make me realise why I fell in love with him all those years ago. He was there for me when I needed him, he proved to me that he can get his priorities right when it counts.
Ghandi and Mark Twain were so right!