January 8, 2013

• A Visit by an Angel

  

   

  Last May, when my SO, Danny, was in the hospital, I was at my wit’s end.  Putting up with his hysterical sister, negative reports from the doctor’s and the stress of just being in a hospital 24/7 was beginning to take it’s toll.  I couldn’t sleep; couldn’t eat and was finding it harder and harder to keep up a positive attitude. 

  One day, feeling low, I stood out in the hallway outside Danny’s room and started to walk outside for a short break.  I stopped in my tracks when I saw an elderly woman pushing a harp down the hall.  Curious, I stepped aside to let her pass and watched her as she set up a chair and her harp at the end of the hall. 

  As she began playing, soft and beautiful music, I looked around the hall and was amazed at the effect her magical harp was having on all within listening range.  Visitors came out of the rooms; nurses seemed to speak more softly; and patients who were able to walk gathered around her with smiles on their faces. 

  After playing a few tunes, she silently put her chair away and pushed her harp back down the hall.  There was no applause, just silent awe that this angel had come to bless us with such beautiful music.

  When Danny returned home from the hospital, he was telling me how little he remembered of the two weeks he had spent in a hospital bed. He spent most of the time in a heavy fog due to large doses of pain medication.  But, he told me that he had dreamed that angels were playing their harps for him.  I smiled, and said “No, honey, that wasn’t a dream.  A beautiful angel did come and play for you.”   

   

   

   

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