In August of 2015 I experienced a very close call that could have left me scarred, to my face, indefinitely. Without the help of some ‘stranger angels’ I wouldn’t have received the care I was deserving of, in my time of need. When hurt or in need people will often show up, to the rescue; seemingly out of nowhere.
When I tripped and fell, that infamous day, on uneven city sidewalk, the days of my childhood were recalled and realized. My mother told me, back then, I had a guardian angel watching over me. But on this particular day of my fall I had more than one angel come to my aid, I had several!
IT happened at 9:15 p.m. on a summer evening just before dark closes in on the light of day. I was talking with my son Alexander, walking slowly, toward home from our neighbourhood grocery store. Alexander was carrying the bulk of the groceries and I had one of my hands free but carrying a small amount of peaches, in a cloth bag, in the other. We were enjoying each other’s company and catching up when…my face hit the pavement. I didn’t know what was happening and my son was in deep shock. “Mom, mom, oh mom!” I heard him say, in a thick, slow voice, somewhere distant.
I knew he was upset, so the mother in me tried to take control over what had just happened. This instinct amazed me then and still does; that my first thought went out to my son. Next I said, “Ok, I’m going to turn over very slowly because I don’t know if I’ve injured my back.” (I learned much later, when recovering, that falls can happen so fast there is literally no time to put your hands out to break or stop them from happening.) I rolled over to my front but had no inclination or physical response to go further to standing. Lying there, helpless, in the middle of the street, shock started running through my veins. At this point we were still alone and it was now getting dark. Alexander wanted to reassure me that everything was fine but I knew ‘everything’ was not fine.
Just then a geriatric nurse happened by and checked my neck and pupils using a flashlight. I couldn’t focus on her and began to feel very frightened. She stayed with us as long as she could then apologetically left to catch her bus. I call her angel #1. She left us in the caring hands of four future angels who eventually trickled by.
Everything came into focus soon after angel number one left. Three additional angels gathered round and kept us calm. They asked me to see if I could sit up. I know my son was feeling some relief at this point with angels #2, #3 and #4 there to support him. (looking back at it now, I understand that the person watching their loved one hurt is also hurting with the same or possibly heightened intensity of fear and aloneness). These three angels lifted me to a seating position when I was ready. They were my wings.
Then angel #5 stopped while out for an evening bike ride. He was the angel of common sense and asked, “Has anyone called an ambulance?”
Angels #6 & #7 arrived in disguise as attendant and EMS driver. They assured me I needed to go to the hospital emergency. These two angel EMS attendants stopped near my home, picked up my husband, dropping my son off at the same time to bring the groceries home so they wouldn’t spoil.
We waited, in the emergency ward, through the night before meeting angel #8 Dr. Lo around 3:00 a.m.. My face dirty, hurting and swelling up by the minute I couldn’t help but think back to common sense angel #5 (Mr. bike-rider) who called the ambulance for me.
Thank goodness angel #8 Dr. Lo stopped in to the ward after being called away for hours. The attending nurse was unable to clean my wounds. She didn’t want to press too hard to get the job done that needed doing.
My husband, son and I shared some very deep, some very light-hearted and some very intimate moments together that night in the emergency ward. I was surrounded by their angelic never-ending love. We each had the very best chocolate chip cookie and the very best cup of Tim Horton’s coffee we have ever had, while we waited our turn. Funny how that is - food can comfort us to the level of ‘best ever’ when someone is hurting. Alexander and Mel are a huge blessing in my life and one that categorizes them as my earthly guardian angels.
My husband stayed with me, seated on the couch day after day, until I was well enough to get up for longer periods of time. I’ll never forget his patience, his presence, his surrounding warmth as he just sat there watching over me.
In my son’s absence this other really incredible angel, #9 stayed with me on the inside. In my pain I only felt bliss and light - no anger, no blame, no fear. I have no other way of describing this feeling except, it was like some sort of loving apology, to me, from another place.
When I posted this incident to Facebook (with no photos of course) a flood of internet angels came into my life. But it was the uncommon act of a card sent to my home by Cynthia Fawcett, angel #10, that lifted my spirits with her message of HOPE for my healing journey.
Without these,10 plus, angels showing up in my life and staying with me I would never have made it through. Without having shared my art via the internet I would not have received and been the recipient of healing art and many art friendships. This is my thank you to all of you. The watercolour flowers are created and painted by artist Cynthia Fawcett.
I sent a handmade thank you note to Dr. Lo for taking such good care of me. I only wish I could contact my other angels, sent to me that day, without whose love and care and decency I am certain I would not have had such a wonderful ending to what could have turned out much worse.