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January 2007 - Page 17
I Was a Christmas Angel
by Pamela
I don't consider myself religious or have a firm belief in anything other than a feeling that I'm sometimes a lucky person. That is simply based on situations that have occurred throughout my life where I've felt fortunate to escape a dangerous or threatening circumstance. Today is December 24th, Christmas Eve, 2006. I' m alone and have been for many years now. To be honest I have contemplated suicide because I'm just fed up with the world around me. Nothing brings me happiness and I'm fine with that. I own a gun, and not long ago I put a bullet in the chamber, flipped the switch off the "safety" and placed it against my chest. I came really close to pulling that trigger, but was interrupted by a noise in the hall outside my apartment.
The Christmas season is notorious for higher deaths by suicide and I thought that this year perhaps I would become another statistic. Since I have no belief in God, Heaven, Hell or any afterlife, I never felt like suicide would be a bad thing.
There's a 74-year-old woman, Norma, who lives in the same apartment complex as I do and whom I befriended a while back. She has her son and family who live in town. Norma is a diabetic and has a variety of other health problems, and her family sometimes thinks she belongs in a nursing home. She loves her independence and wants to protect it as long as she can, and I've always encouraged that.
She called me earlier this morning and asked me if I would stop over for coffee and to pick up a little Christmas gift she bought for me. I really wasn't planning on going out this day, but I figured I'd run over to her place for a few minutes and have a coffee. When I got there, she was happy, lively and talkative. We sat for coffee and shared a few Christmas stories. I took my gift and was ready to leave when all of the sudden she began acting strangely. She asked me odd questions like, "Why is this happening to me?" and "When will this end?" I was baffled, not knowing what the problem was.
I offered to help her to bed when she began flailing her arms and legs and weeping. I got her into the bed and went into the kitchen to call her family. At one point she fell out of the bed and was tossing herself around the floor into the wall. I was scared and trying to get her to calm down. She wasn't listening, so I tossed some pillows around her so she wouldn't hurt herself while I ran back into the kitchen to phone someone for help. I couldn't get ahold of any of her family and finally decided to call the paramedics.
I stayed there trying to hold her still and trying to keep her calm until they arrived. It took four male paramedics to hold her down and inject a needle into a vein. After an hour they finally had her stabilized and they explained to me that Norma's blood sugar was 30, which is extremely low. They went on to tell me that if I hadn't been there she most likely would have went into a coma and possibly died. After the paramedics left, I stayed with her for a while and finally was able to contact a family member.
I headed back to my apartment when an elderly woman stopped me in the hallway to ask when had happened. I told her the story she told me I was an angel. I just laughed, but the elderly woman didn't laugh back. She then told me I was meant to be there and that if I wasn't the angel that Norma's guardian angels came for me and had me be there.
I asked her, "Why me?" She explained that I was close to Norma and that "they" knew that I would know what to do when the time came. This completely freaked me out thinking that if I hadn't been there Norma could have died.
Was I an angel? Was I sent by angels? I don't believe in this stuff! It shook my world. I started to wonder all day if this was possible. Could it be that I haven't been simply lucky all my life? Could I have guardian angels watching over me? Are they leading me to save others lives and keeping me from committing suicide at the same time?
Readers may think this is a simple contemplation, but for me this is huge. I mean, now I'm starting to question everything like religion, God and consequences to taking my own life. I never was afraid of death. I would even, at times, curse people and wish they would die. For 46 years I've never had a problem with death and suicide and now I thinking that I was sent by an angel. Maybe this is some kind of Christmas miracle? All I know is that I'm certainly not going to figure this all out in one evening but it may be a completely new beginning for the rest of my life.
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