“Hey pretty lady…do you remember me?”
A woman in her late 70s reached for my hand…her touch was soft and warm…so comforting. Her soul felt familiar to me.
I work for the post office and this particular day I was in a customer lobby to help during the Christmas rush. I’ve been to this office a few times in the past to help and I can’t begin to tell you how many faces I’ve seen. I vaguely remembered her but couldn’t place her exactly.
She said, “You helped me so much last time I was here and I remembered you…remembered your beautiful face.” I thought to myself, “What a lovely comment.”
“I need some help finding a card for my grandson…I got him a gift card and I just need a card to put it in.”
I told her I would be happy to come out and help her and I walked her over to the cards where she began to tell me a story.
Soon after she met me the first time she had an aneurysm in her heart…went to three different hospitals before one could get her in and she was sent to the ICU immediately. When she asked the doctor why, he told her it was because he didn’t want her to die. She proceeds to tell me how she asked him if dying from an aneurysm was painless and he assured her it was. She told him she was ready and that was exactly the way she wanted to go.
Needless to say she had surgery and a stint was placed in her heart. She continued on to tell me that since her surgery they have found a leak in her heart and two inoperable, bleeding aneurysms in her brain. This stunned me for a moment and I thought to myself…this woman is the true representation of living “moment to moment.”
“You’re an angel,” she said to me. My first thought was sure, okay, lol…I’m an angel. But she looked at me with tears in her eyes and held my hand again with that same warm, comforting touch. “I mean that…someone told me I would have angels show up in my life…and you are one of those angels…I know it.” My eyes immediately began to tear up. What can you possibly say to something like that?
I helped her with her card and envelope…wrote her address for her because she was shaking so badly. All the while she was telling me about her life. When I was finished she looked at me…with tears in her eyes and told me again how I was one of the angels they told her about and she knew it the first time she met me…the tears spilled down my cheeks. She told me she loved me…hugged me tight and then turned and walked out the door.
She touched me this day. Nowadays so many people are consumed with themselves and what they can get and what’s in it for them. She was selfless…I knew it because I felt it in a way that only happens on rare occurrences…if ever.
I may never see this beautiful person again but I will always remember her. Maybe she was sent to remind me how amazing it is to be touched in such a way by another soul…one that wants absolutely nothing in return. I have no idea why the universe crosses souls but she crossed mine that day and I think she got it wrong…she is MY angel.
© S.L. Heaton 2016
Shawna Heaton, aka Priss, is just a girl with some words. Words that spent entirely too long locked up inside. She’s a mom…grandma…aspiring writer…gym junkie…and all around smart ass. She’s on a journey…she doesn’t know where to but she intends to enjoy the ride.
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