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Is it Possible?
Many angel stories occur in hospitals, and that’s logical, isn’t it? Where better to look for helpers of the spiritual kind? Mary LaGrange, of Greenfield, Wisconsin, would agree. She was concerned when her brother George was admitted to the hospital to have laser surgery on his lower eye lid. Frank had had a previous surgery on that eye lid because of a bout with cancer, and the laser had removed a small portion of lid and his eye lashes. Now his eye was becoming irritated, and the doctor wanted to do the procedure again.
“George was not comfortable about having a second surgery,” says Mary, “so we prayed that someone would help him make the right decision.”
On the evening he was admitted, George was still pondering, when the doctor came into his room. “Are you George LaGrange?” the doctor asked. “I am,” George responded. “I’d like to take some pictures of your eye,” the man explained. “Just follow me,”
More pictures! George had never seen this physician before, and he still wasn’t convinced he was going to have the procedure. But he followed the doctor down the hospital hallway to a door at the end. The door didn’t open easily, and the doctor had to fiddle with the doorknob, as if he didn’t know how to use it. But there were the x-ray machines in the room, and the doctor set everything up, and took the pictures. “You know,” George said, as the session ended, “I’m not really sure I need this treatment.”
“Well, it’s up to you,” the doctor pointed out. “You can do it, but in my opinion, it’s really not necessary. The condition could very well clear up on its own.”
“Really?” George was surprised. No one else had mentioned this possibility. When the doctor left, George returned to his pondering. By the time the nurse came in that morning, he had made his decision. “We had asked for someone to give us some advice,” says Mary, “and that’s what we received. George decided not to have the surgery, and he went home feeling very relieved.”
About a week later George stopped in at the hospital accounting department. He wanted to see if that last set of x-rays would be covered by his insurance. But a surprise awaited him. There was no record of any extra pictures taken. “Are you sure?” George asked. “Maybe they’re lost.”
“What was the doctor’s name?” the woman asked. George hadn’t noticed him wearing any identification. And there was no record of his visit to George either. The bills never turned up—and George was never bothered by his eye condition again. “The whole experience was amazing,” Mary says. She won’t forget to ask for help the next time!
Love and Blessings,
I Just Need a Sign
The first Christmas after the death of a loved one is especially hard, and Gail Cotter, of Milwaukee, Wisconsin, was feeling down. All around her were joyful families planning parties and celebrations, and all she could think about was how much she missed her husband, Gary. Gary had died of cancer on December 17, 2007, and moments later, daughter Michelle Olszewski, on her way to to see him, heard the song “I’ll be Home for Christmas” playing on the car radio. “I thought it was such an appropriate song, almost a sign that Dad was in heaven,” Michelle says. “In fact, for the next few days, every time I turned on the radio, the same song would be playing.” The song helped Michele feel her father’s comforting presence. Gail wanted a sign too, something just for her. But throughout that lonely year, nothing came.
Now Christmas was approaching again. Sentimental Gary had always loved it, looking forward to hanging greeting cards and decorating the house. There would be no gift from him under the tree, Gail knew, and once again, she began sliding into depression. “Mom,” Michelle phoned one evening, “let’s get some shopping done tonight. You need to get out.”
Michelle was right. It was time to buy some Christmas toys for her small granddaughters, time to say good-bye to Gary, to let go of the past. If only she could hear from him, just one last time…
The women pulled into the Big Lots parking lot, and went inside. Gail headed for the toy display. What were the girls hoping for this Christmas? How she wished she could solve her own problems as quickly as she could make them happy! Toys were piled everywhere, so Gail reached up at random, and grabbed a Magic Writer, a draw-and-erase board from the top of a stack. Glancing at it, she realized that someone had already written on the screen. Then she gasped. Was she seeing things? The message was short and very sweet. “I love you, Gail,” it said.
“Michelle!” Gail couldn’t take her eyes off the screen. None of the other Magic Writers had marks on them. Was this the sign Gail had been asking for? The two women stood in the crowded aisle and wept. “We asked the clerk to be careful that she didn’t erase the message on the board when we checked it out,” Michelle says. “I think she thought we were a little weird.” But Gail plans to keep the board as long as the message lasts. “Maybe there’s a logical explanation for how the writing got there,” she says. “But the true miracle is that I received it when I needed it most. It was sent for me to find.”
Love and Blessings,
Robin Leach, host of the former Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous is one of many celebrities who have angel stories to share. A few years ago he told his to listeners of WYLL Radio in Chicago.
Christmas was approaching and Robin had invited some friends who, he knew, might be spending the holiday alone. They would have a feast, he promised. Robin would bring the wine, and his best friend would provide the food, including a turkey with all the trimmings.
“On Christmas eve, I phoned the friend who was supposed to provide the food,” Robin says. “I wanted to find out how large the turkey was. But my friend insisted that it was his job to buy the wine, mine to provide the food.” Due to this misunderstanding, each man now had a trunk full of wine. But there was no food of any kind, and worst of all, no turkey.
It was much too late now to find a store open, much less a bird to buy. But the men decided to try anyway. After several disappointments, they found a 7-11 store open in Brookfield, Connecticut. Hopefully, they entered. “Do you sell turkeys?” Robin asked the Hispanic owner. “Nothing but burritos,” he answered. Discouraged, the men started toward the door, and then noticed an elderly black woman who seemed somehow to emerge from the back of the store. Was she shopping this late? “I have an extra turkey at home,” she came toward them. “You’re welcome to it. Just follow me.”
Surprised, the men looked at each other. What could they lose? They followed her car to a non-descript shabby neighborhood, not too far away. The woman probably needed the turkey more than they did, Robin thought, looking at the dismal surroundings. He had plenty of cash on him…maybe he could not only pay her generously but add something extra as well.
In a few minutes they pulled up in front of a modest house, and followed the woman inside to the kitchen. Sure enough, she opened her freezer and at the bottom was a turkey. There were also frozen bags of potatoes, Brussel sprouts, cranberry sauce, rolls—everything any host could want. “Take it all,” the woman told them. They couldn’t! “What about your own Christmas?” Robin asked her. “You don’t understand,” she smiled. “I know what it’s like to be hungry, One Christmas I went without a turkey too.”
“But…..” They weren’t poor, Robin wanted to explain to her. They were just careless and, perhaps, not as grateful as they should be. But that would change, he promised himself. Quietly he slipped some bills in a kitchen drawer and helped his friend load up the bounty. Everyone would have a feast after all, thanks to a woman whose name he did not even know.
The following day was perfect in every way. The dinner was exceptional, and at the end of dessert, everyone toasted the generous lady, their Good Samaritan. Had her holiday been as happy as theirs? “I know! Let’s go over to her house and thank her personally!” someone suggested. A great idea, they all agreed.
But although Robin and his friend knew the route very well, and led the guests right to the spot, there was no house on the street where they had followed the lady. Where the house had been, there was only a vacant lot, with nothing on it but weeds.
The guests got out of their cars and stared. “You must be mistaken, Robin,” one said. But he was not. He knew it. Families on both sides of the lot came out to see the visitors. “There’s never been a house there,” they all agreed. “Not in all the years we’ve been here.”
Robin spent the next hour driving around the neighborhood, just in case he had been wrong about the location. But he never saw the house or the woman again. Today Robin believes the entire episode was a miracle.
He’s probably right, but why? I still wonder. There didn’t seem to be the “usual” reasons for miracles: poverty, health issues, fear, loss….
Author: Joan Wester Anderson
Love and Blessings,
One Dark Night …………
It all happened so fast on that dark night. We were going to the movies and planed to meet up with our friends there. It was going to be so much fun. All of us had been so busy with the holidays that we needed a break and to spend some time with our friends.
We had just left our house and were going down the country road that we had traveled on so many times before. It was a beautiful night cool and crisp but because of the clouds it was very dark out that night. My husband and I had gotten a sitter for the children so we could go. We were so excited about going out with our friends and just chatting away in the car as we drove. It was going to be a night to remember for sure.
As we rounded the sharp corner we slowed down and then there it was a car on the wrong side of the road heading straight for us. We both screamed! Trying to avoid their car was impossible, the more we tried the worse it was. They were swerving all over the road. All I remember was the head lights were blinding and coming straight for us. Glass was going everywhere. It was so awful. As it was all happening I felt such peace and love and I did not know why, I was not afraid. How could this be? It was as if I was watching a movie in slow motion. We had hit head on. I was unconscious for a while and when I woke up there were so many fireman and police around us that I was really surprised. How did they get here so quick, of course I did not know then that I had been unconscious? I looked for my husband but could not see him anywhere. I must have been yelling because a fireman came over to see what was wrong. I told him that I could not find my husband. He said he was injured but he would be alright. They had already taken him to the hospital. They were taking me next and that I needed to calm down because everything was going to be alright.
After getting to the hospital I found out that all I had was a concussion and some bumps and bruises. It was unbelievable! How could it be that all I had was a few non life threatening injuries from such a horrible accident? Then I found out my husband had a broken leg, a concussion and some bumps and bruises. I was amazed ………… how could this be? What happened to the people in the other car I wondered. Then I found out that their injuries were much more serious than ours so they had to stay in the hospital for a while. The Police told us that the driver of the other car was drunk and that is why he was swerving so much. They said we were really lucky and must have had Angels watching over us, to get out the that accident alive.
After leaving the hospital I could not stop thinking about how lucky we were. Then I remembered feeling this soft wind blowing in the car and I wondered, could it be that it was an Angel keeping us safe? I think that is how we were so lucky and that the officer was right. The Angels were watching over us that night for sure. I thank my Angels everyday for saving us on that dark night. Life is much more precious now. We always remember what happened that night, so we tell each other how much we love each other because everything in can change very quickly in life. Be sure to tell those that you care about how much you love them and how much they mean to you because you never know what is going to happen next.
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It is a miracle ……… she is alive ………
A Florida mother experienced what she is calling a miracle when her young daughter was presumed drowned in a pool, and three strangers brought the girl back to life. Meagan Durocher, who will turn two later this month, fell into a pool at Bristol Pines in Naples, Florida, Saturday evening while attending a party for her uncle, Naples Police Officer Steve Walden.
The girl was underwater for more than a minute, according to one witness. Kathlene Durocher, Meagan’s mother thanked Naples Police Officer Benjamin Vasquez, one of the people who immediately came to the child’s aid, but has been unable to identify the other two helpers. “They were complete strangers to me,” Durocher said yesterday in an interview with the Naples Daily News. “I don’t know who it was. I want to meet them because they saved the life of my beautiful baby.”
Apparently Meagan slipped into the pool while no one was watching her. Kathlene’s sister pulled Meagan out and brought her to a table. Party-goers began performing CPR on the child, but she did not respond. “I saw it within a foot of me, that child was dead,” Walden said. “The child was purple (with) swelled eyes and swelled black lips.”
According to Vasquez, who was off-duty at the time, Meagan wasn’t breathing and didn’t have a pulse, but he proceeded to perform chest compressions, even though he never had done it on a child before. “She was purple as a grape,” he said. “It was amazing.”
However, Vasquez was unable to move in close enough to breathe for the child. He yelled for help, and a man and women suddenly came to the rescue. The man breathed for Meagan while the woman took her pulse for about three minutes until the little girl began breathing on her own and spitting up water. “I was hysterical, and someone came up to me and said ‘Look at her, she’s up,’” Durocher said. She didn’t think to look for the strangers for another minute or so, and when she did, they had disappeared. No one at the party remembers seeing them leave.
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Love and Blessings,
We Need Butterflies
Kim Wencl lost her 20-year old daughter, Elizabeth, in September of 2003. Elizabeth was a student at the University of Minnesota and a fire broke out in her duplex. She and two of her roommates died of smoke inhalation.
Losing a child at any age is probably the most devastating blow that anyone can experience, and this family was no different. “As we began the difficult task of planning her funeral,” says Kim, “my Mom, Liz’s grandmother, was insistent that we needed to release butterflies at the cemetery. We all thought it was a great idea, but no one knew where to find butterflies … not even the florist.”
Kim’s mother would not be deterred. She went on the internet and found a company in Florida that could supply butterflies. She ordered them and they arrived in time for the funeral. (“I considered this to be somewhat of a miracle as well,” says Kim, “because my mother is elderly and on a very good day she can barely remember how to use a computer.”) Yet despite her deep emotional turmoil, Gram was still able to follow through.
After the funeral and the graveside service, Liz’s family released the precious little collection, expecting them to fly away. But they didn’t. Except for a few, the butterflies hovered around the mourners. “Many landed on us, or fluttered over the casket and the large funeral sprays that lay on it,” Kim recalls. “One butterfly landed on Elizabeth’s sister, Anna, and it stayed on her … it didn’t want to leave. Everyone sort of gasped as the significance of it set in.”
Since the cemetery is within walking distance, the following day Liz’s grandmother went over to visit the grave. As she stood and stared at the overturned earth and all of the flowers strewn upon it, she thought, “Liz if you are ok, please give me a sign.”
After a few more minutes, Gran began to walk back home. Soon—and almost expected—two butterflies flew up right in front of her, seemingly out of nowhere. It was Liz, her grandmother knew. All was well.
“Elizabeth is always present in our lives,” Kim says today, some seven years later. “She has let us all know in so many different ways.”
God does not abandon his children in our times of grief. He has promised that He will send us whatever we need to endure, and He does. Even butterflies.
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The Message Is Important
“Yesterday I had a car accident on my way home with Emma,”Lisa Trowbridge’s March, 2009 email to her friends began with this startling news. “This is hard to write,”she went on, “yet the message is important.” So important that she wanted everyone to share it.
As Lisa explained, she and her four-year-old daughter, Emma, were riding along in Bastrop, Texas (near Austin) and had just approached the narrow, winding road leading to their house. “There were large drainage pipes that backed up against this road,” Lisa explained, “and the edge of my tire must have clipped one of them.” At this point, the airbag went off, and through her peripheral vision, Lisa saw flames shooting up the window on the driver’s side. Something under the car must have ignited.
“Emma, are you all right?” Lisa asked. She opened her door, realizing that the flames were all the way down the side of the car. Instead of panicking, she opened the back door, stepped through the flames and reached in for Emma.
“As I unhooked her seat belt and started pulling her out, she got her arm caught in the strap,” Lisa continued. “Things went into slow motion during this time, and I realized my legs were engulfed in flames. The heat was indescribable..” Somehow Lisa unhooked Emma’s arm, lifted her out and carried the four-year-old into the street. She turned for one last glimpse and watched, horrified, as the car was consumed by the fire. Now the nearby trees and grass were also in flames.
Stunned, Lisa clung to Emma. Everything had happened so fast! Cars were beginning to pull over, and a lady in the driveway across the street was calling for help. Quickly Lisa checked Emma all over. They had both come through the terrible heat, and Emma would certainly be burned. But Emma was quiet, calm and—Lisa realized
with a shock—completely unharmed. How could this be?
The woman in the driveway had apparently called the fire department, for Lisa could hear the sirens approaching. “Do you believe in prayer?” she asked the woman. “Yes, I do,” came the answer. “Then let’s pray that the fire doesn’t spread any further!”
Both prayed aloud as the woman led Lisa and Emma into her kitchen. Lisa was still shaken. She and Emma were not only alive, but completely untouched. Yet hadn’t she walked through the flames to reach her daughter? And where had that unnatural calmness come from?
“Mommy, the angels and God were there to protect us.” Emma had the obvious answer. “See?” she told the paramedics a few minutes later. “I don’t have any boo-boos. “They too were mystified. No one could have escaped that intense heat.
“God let me stand in the fire,” Lisa told her friends on line. “And no harm came to any person or home. Thank you, God and thank you, angels.
“Don’t forget to say I love you to the people in your life today. I know I will.”
Love and Blessings,
3-year-old credited with saving family from fire
Fox News report ………….
Updated: Wednesday, 10 Mar 2010, 8:43 AM CST
Published : Wednesday, 10 Mar 2010, 6:24 AM CST
* Robert Hornacek
OCONTO – You don’t typically see three-year-olds at city council meetings. But this is no ordinary three-year-old.
Last month, D.J. Flom helped save 21 people from a fire at this apartment building in Oconto.
His parents say it’s miraculous.
“It’s amazing,” D.J.’s father David said. “If it wasn’t for him, I don’t think any of us would be here tonight,” said David Flom.
He’s a hero to a lot of people and to me,” said D.J.’s mother, Melissa.
The fire started in D.J.’s room after midnight. A night light caught fire and spread to the wall and D.J.’s bed. The three-year-old woke up came into his parents’ room.
“He said that his grandma woke him up and said his bed was on fire,” said David Flom.
The strange thing is D.J.’s grandma had died two months earlier.
“I have to say there’s angels watching over the kids because there’s no way he would’ve been here walking out of there without a burn and he did. No burns whatsoever,” said Melissa Flom.
Melissa got the kids out. David, a former volunteer firefighter, helped evacuate the building. He then put the fire out.
“I just reacted. If it wasn’t for my training I probably would’ve just ran out the door with everybody else. But luckily, after all the training and years on the fire department my instincts kicked in and I knew exactly what had to be done and how to do it,” said David Flom.
There was a smoke detector in the apartment when the fire broke out but D.J. woke up his parents before the detector went off. The fire department says if he hadn’t things could’ve been much worse.”
“His action were crucial in that fire being extinguished and stopping the loss that could’ve occurred,” said Jack Mlnarik.
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When You Ask – The Angels Come
Kaye visited her mom and took her for an early supper. “Mom said she wouldn’t need her cane as she would not be doing much walking,” Kaye says, “so we left it home.” (She won’t make that mistake again!) When they got back to the house, Kaye went around to the passenger side to help her mother. But Mom had already gotten out. “The ground was uneven and she twisted her ankle,” Kaye says. “She fell over backwards before I could grab her. I tried to help her up, but she was not cooperating and allowing me to take her weight.” What should they do?
The farmhouse is set back from the highway. Vehicles were going past, and Kaye prayed that someone she knew would come by, and notice that they needed help. But no one did. Perhaps she should go into her mother’s house, and get the cane and a chair. Maybe they could brace themselves and pull Mom to her feet. She hated to
leave her mother, but there was no other way.
“I had gone down the driveway and was in the house looking for the cane when I heard a man’s voice calling,” says Kaye. “A man I did not know was at the door, asking if I needed help. He said he was driving by and noticed my mom sitting on the ground up against the car, with the car door opened, and thought something must be wrong.”
He must be a friend of Mom’s, Kaye thought, and explained the situation. “I don’t know you, but I’m certainly glad you came by,” she told him.
“You aren’t likely to know me,” the man answered. “I’m a friend of one of your neighbors.” His attitude was so relaxed that Kaye didn’t give a thought for her own safety. Instead, the man accompanied Kaye back to the car, lifted her mother up and onto her cane. The three then slowly made their way back to the house. “Once she was inside, I thanked him again and he left. I still had no idea who he was but he was there when we needed him.”
Kaye got Mom settled, and she was feeling much better when she left. When she got home, she called her mother again. All was still well. “I’m glad that man came by, whoever he was,” her mother told Kaye. “He was a big help.”
“He said he was a friend of your neighbor,” Kaye said. She was starting to get goosebumps.
“I never saw him before,” her mother told her. “I thought you knew him.”
But she had prayed, hadn’t she? Kate thought. She had asked for help, and help was provided. “One never knows how God will get a message across or who he will send to deliver the message to us,” Kaye says. “One must remember that you only have to ask.”
Love and Blessings,
Are you the One?
People often ask how they can “get in touch with their guardian angel.” Unless you spend time with a friend, it’s difficult to recognize his voice, isn’t it? The same is true with angels: they want to be in touch so they can guide and comfort you, and keep you on the path that leads to God. The more time you spend with them, the closer you will come to that unity. To Fran, it’s natural:
“I was sitting at St. John Neumann’s Shrine on his feast day in the church upstairs,” she says. “There were hundreds of people there, waiting to attend mass, and the choir was lining up in the back,” she says. Suddenly Fran got the urge to go to confession before Mass, but there were no lights on in any of the confessionals. (Lights on means a priest is hearing confession inside.) However, she did see a priest coming down the aisle toward her, AWAY from the confessionals. Fran has a deep friendship with her guardian angel, so what happened next was not unusual.
“Angel,” Fran began, “would you please go to the guardian angel of that priest that just passed me? Ask him to go to Our Lady’s Chapel on the side of the church. Oh, and let there be no one there but him, and me.” This was a challenge, she realized. With a crowd like this, many would want to go to confession.
Then, as Fran watched, the priest—who had appeared to be leaving the church—-turned, went up the side aisle to Our Lady’s Chapel, and went in. Quickly, Fran followed him up the aisle, and into the Chapel, where he was standing, looking a bit perplexed.
When he saw her, he smiled. “Hello,” he said. “Are you the woman who just asked my angel to tell me to come here for a confession?”
Joy raced through Fran. She was never surprised at what her angel would do for her, but she was always thrilled at how things worked out. “Yes, Father, that’s me,” she said. In complete understanding, priest and penitent celebrated the sacred ritual. “It was a wonderful confession,” Fran says. “And no one came into the Chapel the entire time.”
Start asking your angel for small favors, and be sure to say thank you. Then watch what happens!
Love and Blessings,
Breakfast at Mc Donald’s
I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree. The last class I had to take was Sociology.
The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with. Her last project of the term was called, ‘Smile.’
The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions.
I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway. So, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally.
Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald’s one crisp March morning. It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.
We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did.
I did not move an inch… an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved. As I turned around I smelled a horrible ‘dirty body’ smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men. As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was ‘smiling’ His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God’s Light as he searched for acceptance..
He said, ‘Good day’ as he counted the few coins he had been clutching. The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend…… I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation.
I held my tears as I stood there with them. The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted.
He said, ‘Coffee is all Miss’ because that was all they could afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm).
Then I really felt it – the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes. That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action.
I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray.
I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman’s cold hand. He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, ‘Thank you.’ I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, ‘I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope.’
I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, ‘That is why God gave you to me, Honey, to give me hope..’ We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give. We are not church goers, but we are believers. That day showed me the pure Light of God’s sweet love.
I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand. I turned in ‘my project’ and the instructor read it. Then she looked up at me and said, ‘Can I share this?’ I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class.
She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed.
In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald’s, my son,the instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student.
I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn: UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE…….. Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to
LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS –
NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE.
There is an Angel sent to watch over you.
An Angel wrote:
Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.
Love and Blessings,
Mom and the Angel ………..
Eva and her mother were at the hospital, sitting at the bedside of her father. He was very ill and hadn’t spoken in several days. Eva was feeling a little desperate; she and her mother had prayed so hard, but it looked as if her father was not going to recover.
“Suddenly Dad began speaking, and praising the Lord!” Eva said. “It seemed as if he was seeing Jesus. Less than a half hour later, he died.” As machines shut down, several nurses came into the room to check his pulse and do a final examination. Eva’s mother was devastated, so when the nurses left the room, Eva went with them.
She thought her mother might need some time alone.
Eva, of course, was also grieving, but that memory of her father’s vision had made her feel—almost joyful. What had he seen during those last moments? Soon she went back to his room, but now there was another nurse there. Eva hadn’t seen her on any of the shifts, and although she wore an identification tag, there was no name on it. The nurse was talking quietly with her mother, holding her hand, and whatever the nurse was saying was having a calming effect. “I listened for a few moments-—it seemed as if they were talking about the Holy Spirit—and then I left again and walked down to the nurses’ station.” A nurse that she knew gave her a hug. “I’m sorry about your father,” she said.
“Who is that new nurse in his room?” Eva asked. “She’s certainly making my mother feel better.”
“There aren’t any new nurses on this shift,” the woman told Eva as she flipped through the charts. “Just us.”
“But….” By now Eva knew each nurse on each shift. Nor had she seen anyone entering her father’s room, or coming out of it. And when she returned to the room, her mother was alone. “Who was that woman talking with you?” Eva asked.
“A new nurse,” her mother answered. “She was very kind. She just left.”
But Eva had been watching the doorway from her post at the nurses’ station. No one had come out during that time, and she hadn’t passed anyone when she went back into the room.
“Then I realized that God had sent an angel to comfort my mother,” Eva says. “I believe with all my heart that angels come when we are in trouble, sick or sad, whenever we need to be strengthened for what lies ahead.” The following days were difficult, but hopeful. Eva knows she will see her father again.
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The Soldier and the Angels
Dennis Fredrickson of Culver City, California, was drafted into the military during the Vietnam War, and like many servicemen and women, he believes in small miracles. When you’ve come that close to death, veterans say, it’s easy to recognize the hand of God.
In fact, Dennis believes that the first miracle he received during this time was a case of double pneumonia from standing guard duty out in the rain all night on the base in Oklahoma, and then working a 20-hour shift before finally going to the hospital. “Spinal meningitis was going around then,” he says, “and although I didn’t get it, the pneumonia was probably the reason that I was not sent to Vietnam, but to Germany.”
He was a good soldier and moved up in rank. “One day we received a call that bullets could be heard overhead,” Dennis says. “My sergeant and I went out to investigate. Sure enough, we could hear the whiz of bullets flying thru the air.” But who was shooting? There was no war going on here. The men finally figured out that the bullets were coming from a hill to their left. There were vineyards on the hill, and a house on top of it. Carefully they climbed, then stopped again to listen.
“Suddenly a pair of hands with thumbs over my ears grabbed my head and yanked it back, just as a bullet passed,” Dennis says. “I turned around to see who was there, and no one was. I can still see the face of my senior sergeant when those hands grabbed me. His eyes widened as if he was seeing something that he just couldn’t talk about.” A few minutes later police reached the house, and found the farmer drunk and shooting his rifle.
“Years later, when my angel came again, I was walking to a nearby fast food to get some lunch,” Dennis says. “I was approaching a corner when a growling dog came around it and headed straight for me.”
“Lord, have mercy!” Dennis prayed, then froze, knowing he was going to be attacked. The dog never stopped, and it leaped for his throat. Then Dennis saw an arm in a white robe, similar to what Jesus is pictured wearing, and the arm pushed the dog away. Almost immediately, the dog put its tail between its legs and, whining, ran back around the corner.
Stunned, Dennis saw a woman come out of the corner house and head for her car. “Hey, your dog almost bit me!” Dennis called to her. She shrugged. “Not my dog…” and got in the car. It was a time for a good argument. But Dennis couldn’t do it. Faced with what might have been, he simply closed his eyes, and thanked Jesus for sending an angel to protect him.
Dennis has never forgotten these close calls, and is grateful that his angel is on the job. “We are all blessed,” he says, “and are given a choice to believe or not.”
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Love and Blessings,