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