I always enjoyed my visits to see my parents and often I was guilt ridden because it took longer than it should for me to make the short journey from my house to theirs.
This particular morning I was feeling good about my visit and looked forward to conversation and lunch with two of my favorite people.
“Dad, what happened to your hand?” I asked over the roar of his lawnmower. I had noticed a huge bandage wrapped around one of his hands.
“Oh, I hit it on the lawnmower blade and cut it pretty bad,” he replied. He stopped what he was doing just long enough to answer me. Then he returned to the task at hand.
“Have you been to the doctor?” I asked again, determined to get an answer.
“Oh, yeah, he gave me tetanus shot and bandaged it up,” he replied, as he stopped the mower.
“Daddy, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to dig around in all that grass and dirt with a hurt hand.” I really was concerned for him.
“I’m fine, I have got to get this mowing done,” he answered as he turned back to the mower and left me standing in a puff of exhaust fumes.
A week passed before I made another trip to see my folks. This time they both were in the house and I didn’t have to chase Dad down to have a conversation with him.
When I entered I noticed the bandage on his hand was still in place but not so big now and recently changed.
“Well how’s your hand, Daddy?” I asked.
“Much better, now that my Angel came and took care of me,” he replied smiling.
“Your Angel? What angel?” I asked.
He proceeded to tell me the following story, pausing now and again to smile.
“I was in a store the other day, looking for some band aids to put on my finger. It was throbbing like crazy and I thought I’d buy some band aids and some salt to soak my hand in. As I stood pondering what kind of salt I needed a lady walked up to me and said, ‘Would you mind if I looked at your hand?'”
“I told her no, I don’t mind. I’m wondering what kind of salt I need to buy to soak it in.”
“How did you injure your hand?” she asked.
“I told her I was mowing and cut it on the blade. I also told her I had been to the doctor and got a tetanus shot.”
She took my hand and gazed at it a few moments and then she said, “Sir, you need to get to the doctor right now. Don’t even wait to finish your shopping; you go to the doctor this very minute. Do you understand?”
“She took me by total surprise and the look on her face let me know she was serious. I shook my head and said, Yes ma’am I understand.”
“She turned and walked away. I laid everything back on the shelf, left the store and went straight to my doctor just like she told me.” Daddy said still smiling.
“When I got there the doctor took the bandage off and looked at my hand.”
“It’s a good thing you came back when you did. You almost have blood poisoning in that hand. Another day might have been too late.”
Daddy said he just looked at the doctor in total amazement and then told him the story about the woman coming up to him in the store and telling him to get to the doctor immediately.
“Did you know this woman?” the doctor asked.
“No, I didn’t know her,” dad replied. “I’d never laid eyes on her before.”
“Well, I think your Guardian Angel just took charge of the situation,” the doctor said. “Another day and you could have not only lost your hand, but you could have lost your life. I’m goanna give you a jump start with antibiotics in an IV right now, we’ll repeat this again tomorrow. That is, if you have improved a great deal. If you haven’t then I’ll have to put you in the hospital with around the clock antibiotics.”
Daddy shared that he was speechless. He said he just laid there and listened to the doctor as he dressed the wound and the IV dripped into his veins.
The doctor gave him a prescription for antibiotics and told him he would see him the next day. Again the doctor said how lucky he was his Guardian Angel was on duty today and took good care of him.
“You know I never much believed in Guardian Angels until now,” Daddy said, “but, I had never seen that woman before, nor have I seen her since.”
I walked over and put my arms around his neck and said, “Well, thank God for Guardian Angels, Daddy. I bet yours is tired at the end of the day from just following you around.”
We both laughed and he went back reading his newspaper.
But, I could tell Daddy believed he’d had an encounter with an angel, and “that angel” had saved his life.