The Reading Angel
It's remarkable how many stories of angels come out of hospital experiences. Maybe not so hard to understand when we realize they are places of sharply focused emotions, prayers and hope. Reader DBayLorBaby entered the hospital in 1994 with acute pain from "a fibroid tumor the size of a grapefruit" in her uterus. The surgery was successful but more complicated than expected, and her troubles weren't over:
- I was in horrible pain. The doctor gave me a morphine IV drip, only to find out that I am allergic to morphine! I had an allergic reaction, and so they counteracted with some other meds. I was horrified! I had just had a major surgery, learned that I might not be able to have children in the future and had just suffered an acute drug reaction. That same night they gave me another pain med and I slept soundly for a few hours. I awoke the middle of the night. According to the wall clock, it was 2:45. I heard someone speaking and realized someone was at my bedside. It was a young women with short brown hair and wearing a white hospital staff uniform. She was sitting and reading aloud from the Bible. I said to her, "Am I alright? Why are you here with me?" She stopped reading, but didn't turn to look at me. She simply said, "I was sent here to make sure you'd be alright. You are going to be fine. Now you should get some rest and go back to sleep." She began to read again and I drifted off back to sleep. The next day, I was having my check up with my doctor and I explained to him what happened during the night before. He looked puzzled and checked my post surgery reports and notes. He told me that no nurses or doctors were stationed to sit with me the night before. I questioned all of the nurses who cared for me; each said the same, that no nurses or doctors had visited my room that night for anything except to check my vitals. To this day, I believe that I was visited by my guardian angel that night. She was sent to comfort me and assure me that I would be ok. Coincidentally, the time on the clock that night, 2:45 a.m., is the the exact time recorded on my birth certificate that I was born!
Rescued from Hopelessness
Perhaps more painful than any injury or illness is the feeling of utter hopelessness - the despair of the soul that leads one to thoughts of suicide. Dean S. knew this pain as he was going through a divorce at the age of 26. The thought of being apart from his two daughters, aged three and one, was almost more than he could bear. But in one night of stormy darkness, Dean was given renewed hope:
- I was working on a drill rig as a derrickman and seriously thought of taking my life as I looked down the high 128-foot derrick I worked in. My family and I have strong beliefs in Jesus, but it was hard not to contemplate suicide. In the worst thunderstorm I'd ever seen, I climbed the derrick to take my position to pull pipe out of the hole we were drilling. My co-workers said, "You don't have to go up. We'd rather take some downtime than lose a man up there." I brushed them off and climbed anyway. Lightning flashed all around me, thunder boomed. I cried to God to take me. If I couldn't have my family, I didn't want to live... but I couldn't take my own life in suicide. God spared me. I don't know how I survived that night, but I did. A couple of weeks later, I bought a small bible and traveled to the Peace River Hills where my family has lived for so long. I sat down on top of one of the green hills and started to read. I had such a warm feeling enter into me as the sun parted through the clouds and shone on me. It was raining all around me, but I was dry and warm in my small spot on top of that hill. I now have moved on to a better life, have met the girl of my dreams and the love of my life, and we have a wonderful family together along with my two daughters. Thank you, Lord Jesus and the angels you sent that day to touch my soul!
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