Angel Scribe Good-News-Letter February 28, 2005
Medical Miracles
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Dr. Angel
111 Miracle
Virginia’s Prayer
Dearest Readers,
“Angel Scribe” newsletters are
composed of original stories from
you, the readers, but this next
powerful story arrived anonymous.
It is such a blessing when we can
be the Angel in others’ lives...or
save a life!
Angelic Blessings to you and your loved ones,
Mary Ellen ^I^
MaryEllen@AngelScribe.com
Dr. Angel
Author: Hospice of Metro Denver Physician
I just experienced one of the most
amazing moments of my life, and
want to share it with my dearest
friends and family.
While driving home from a meeting
this evening, stuck in traffic on
Colorado Blvd., the car started
to choke, splutter and eventually
died.
I barely managed to coast, cursing,
into a gas station, glad that I would
not be blocking traffic and would
have a somewhat warm spot to wait
for a tow truck.
The car’s engine wouldn't even turn over.
Before I could make the call, I saw
a woman walking out of the "quickie
mart" building.
It looked like she slipped on some ice
and fell into a gas pump, so I got out
to see if she was okay.
When I reached her, it looked more
like she had been overcome by sobs
than a fall; she was young woman,
and looked haggard with dark circles
under her eyes.
She dropped something, as I helped
her up, I picked it up to give it back
to her.
It was a nickel.
At that moment, everything came into
focus for me: the crying woman, the
ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff,
three kids in the back (one in a car seat),
and the gas pump reading $4.95.
I asked her if she was okay and if
she needed help
She cried and kept repeating, "I don't
want my kids to see me crying."
So we stood on the other side of
the pump from her car.
She said she was driving to California
and that things were very hard for her
right now.
I asked, "And you were praying?"
My comment made her back away
from me a little.
I assured her I was not a crazy
person and added, "He heard you,
and sent me."
I took out my credit card and swiped
it through the card reader on the gas
pump, to complete filling her car.
While it was fueling, I walked next
door to a McDonald's and bought
two big bags of food, some food
gift certificates, and a big cup of
coffee.
She gave the food to the kids, in the
car, who attacked it like wolves, while
we stood beside the gas pump eating
fries and talking.
She told me her name, and that she
lived in Kansas City.
Her boyfriend left them two months
ago, and she had not been able to
make ends meet.
She knew she wouldn't have money
to pay next month’s rent, and finally
in desperation she phoned her parents,
with whom she had not spoken with in
five years.
Her parents live in California and they
said she was welcome to live with
them while she got back on her
feet.
So she packed up everything she
owned in the car....and here she
was.
She told the kids they were going to
California for Christmas, but not that
they were going to live there.
I gave her my gloves, a little hug and
said a quick prayer with her for safety
on the road.
As I was walking over to my car, she
said, "So, are you like an Angel or
something?"
Her words stopped me in my tracks
and made me cry.
I said, "Sweetie, sometimes Angels
are busy, so God uses regular people."
It was incredible to be a part of
someone else's miracle.
And of course, you guessed it!
When I got in my car it started right
away and it got me home with no
problem.
I'll put it in the shop tomorrow to check,
but I suspect the mechanic won't find
anything wrong.
Often Angels fly close enough to us
that you can hear the flutter of their wings...
Angels touch us
through writing,
meditation,
the kindness of strangers,
or words of wisdom
spoken by a friend.
~ Susan Santucci ~
"Pathways to the Spirit"
111 Medical Miracle
by Erin in Phoenix, Arizona
Halo Mary Ellen,
I love your newsletter and have a
111 miracle story for your readers!
A number of years ago, I enrolled
as a potential bone marrow donor.
I haven't heard anything since that day.
I always held the hope that they
might call.
After all, this is a way to potentially
save someone's life!
Early last November, a call came
from a woman at the Bone Marrow
Registry telling me that I was a potential
match for someone who was very ill.
The woman casually mentioned
that I had signed up as a donor
on November 1,1997. 11-1
She then said, "Oh, wow!”
“Your name came up on November 1, 2004
that's seven years to the day! 11-1"
“What a coincidence!"
I knew it wasn’t! 111 is a sign that the Angels are trying to get our attention!
Many people told me not to get
my hopes up as it is very unlikely
that I would be a good match, but I
told each one, "I will be the match.”
There is no doubt in my mind."
11/1/97 and 11/1/04 -- that's
Angels at work!
Several weeks later, I was notified
that I am a match.
Although the woman I am matched
with is not yet ready for a bone
marrow transplant, I am ready,
and will be there for her.
With love,
Erin in Phoenix, Arizona
Visualize success
and infect others
with your dream!
~ Mary Ellen “Angel Scribe” ~
I can't do all the good
the world needs,
but the world needs
all the good I can do.
~ Jana Stanfield ~
“Donating organs is like passing
along our old clothes to someone
who needs them.”
“Now that we have leaned that our
soul doesn’t need our physical body
after we die, it’s almost immoral not
to donate our body parts.”
“Dead as I’ll Ever Be”
~ Pamela J. Evans ~
www.PamelaJoyEvans.com
Donating your organs is the last
act of generosity that you will
ever do.
Keeping them is the last act of
selfishness that you will ever do.
~ Mary Ellen ~
Virginia’s Prayer
I just had eye surgery and the
nurse asked me before surgery
if the doctor could pray over me.
He did, and he asked the medical
team to be guided and perform
their best.
I was thrilled.
I was elated and felt I was truly
in God’s hands!
Virginia in Spanaway, Washington
You may only be one person
to the world
but you
may also be the world
to one person
~ Anonymous ~
Never doubt
that a small group of thoughtful,
committed citizens can change the world;
indeed, it's the only thing that ever has.
~ Margaret Mead ~
TEACH ONLY LOVE
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