My Guardian An­gel

When Woman’s World reader Carol Gee of Stone Moun­tain, Ge­or­gia, needed help, she was rescued by an an­gel! She writes:

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My hus­band and I re­cently trav­eled to South Dakota, where I was hon­ored to re­ceive an alumni award from Black Hills State Univer­sity.

I had been look­ing for­ward to the trip for weeks. But dur­ing the en­tire week­end, I felt ex­treme lethargy and thirst. At the time, I passed it off as ex­cite­ment.

When we got home, I went straight to bed, hop­ing that, af­ter a good night’s sleep, I’d be back to nor­mal.

Un­for­tu­nately, the next morn­ing I felt even worse, and my hus­band took me to the hos­pi­tal. When the doc­tor in the emer­gency room looked at my blood test re­sults, he im­me­di­ately ad­mit­ted me into the hos­pi­tal.

“Your blood-glu­cose level is sky high,” he ex­claimed. “You have Type 2 di­a­betes.” I was shocked. Af­ter a cou­ple of days, my con­di­tion sta­bi­lized, and I was dis­charged.

“The an­gel let my hus­band know that I needed help!” Carol mar­vels

But once home, I be­gan to feel dizzy and sat down on the sofa. Sud­denly, a lady ap­peared in front of me, wear­ing a long white robe that shim­mered and gleamed, like dew­cov­ered flow­ers.

She had the kind­est eyes I’d ever seen. Gen­tly tak­ing my hand, she spoke softly, say­ing, “Come with me. We need to find your hus­band as quickly as pos­si­ble.”

As an avid fan of the “My Guardian An­gel” col­umn in Woman’s World, the thought briefly crossed my mind that this was my an­gel and I would be all right.

The next thing I knew, I was sit­ting on the steps in my foyer, with two paramedics stand­ing over me. One of them pricked my fin­ger and read the gluc ome t e r ’ s num­bers.

“Your blood sugar is way too low,” he said, and asked if we had any peanut but­ter, ex­plain­ing that eat­ing some would raise my sugar.

We had a jar, and my hus­band quickly made me a sand­wich.

Af­ter I fin­ished eat­ing, they checked my blood sugar again, and it was nor­mal. One of the paramedics asked if I wanted to go back to the hos­pi­tal. I told him no, that I was feel­ing much bet­ter.

Af­ter they left, I asked my hus­band what hap­pened.

“I heard you call­ing for me, and when I came down the stairs, I found you passed out on the bot­tom step,” he ex­plained.

That’s when I knew for sure that the lady with kind eyes had truly been my guardian an­gel. There is no doubt in my mind that she called out to my hus­band so that he could find me quickly.

Even now, my eyes well up with tears when think­ing about her lov­ing pres­ence. She saved me from go­ing into in­sulin shock and pos­si­bly death, and for that I will al­ways be grate­ful.

“Mir­a­cles hap­pen, thanks to our guardian angels, who love us so much!” says Doreen Virtue, PH.D. “Some­times the angels look like our tra­di­tional paint­ings, such as hav­ing a glow­ing white gown as Carol de­scribed.

“The woman also had kind eyes and spoke in a soft voice, char­ac­ter­is­tic ways angels show their com­pas­sion.

“I’m glad that read­ing our col­umn helped Carol to have faith that she would be okay, be­cause faith is pow­er­fully heal­ing in sit­u­a­tions such as the one she en­dured.

“The angels can and will do any­thing to help us to live, in­clud­ing shout­ing out for help, the way that Carol’s an­gel called for her hus­band.”

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