In the Christian faith we believe that angels are everywhere. This is my account of the angels I encountered during a recent trip to Atlanta, GA to attend a conference.
While the conference was spectacular, this story actually begins the day I was to fly home.
I woke up at 2am with a severe upset stomach. As the hours dragged on it got progressively worse and I knew that there was no way I was going to make my 10:00am flight home. Thankfully I was able to secure a later flight. The night manager of the Westin Buckhead was wonderful and granted me an extended late check out without any additional charges. By 7am I was alone in my room, my roommate having left to head to the airport and fly home to her family, to say I was envious is an understatement. As 9:30am rolled around I was continuing to go downhill and my husband convinced me it was time to head to urgent care.
This is where the first of my Atlanta Angels comes into the story.
My taxi arrived, and with it my second Atlanta Angel.
As he helped me into the rear of the taxi my first angel looked at the driver and told him to get me to urgent care quickly, to be gentle and take good care of me.
As we left the garage it dawned on me that I didn’t have any cash. I asked the driver immediately if he accepted credit cards. He did not. We happened to be near the line of taxis that wait outside the hotel, so the driver checked with every other driver and none of them accepted credit cards. (Side note: this is the first time I have ever been in a taxi that didn’t accept credit.) I was trying to figure out what I was going to do, when the driver reached up and turned off the meter. I waited for him to tell me he was going to take me back to the motor lobby of the hotel, instead he simply looked at me and said it wasn’t that far, he would take me at no charge.
It was at this moment that I knew something bigger was at work here. I had been praying all night that God would help me get better, this was His way if answering my prayers.
I thanked my second Atlanta Angel over and over again, each time my angel told me he was happy to help me.
We pulled up to the urgent care and I gave him the $3 I had in my wallet, definitely not enough to cover the fare, but I wanted to give him something. As I got out he wished me well, told me to take care, and, I assume, headed back to the hotel.
I walked into the clinic and immediately realized that it was not an urgent care facility, it was actually a physicians clinic.
My heart sunk.
The taxi had already driven away. I didn’t know where I was and all I wanted was to get better and go home.
The receptionist greeted me warmly and I told her my dilemma. I explained that I was ill, had no one with me and was far from home. I begged her to somehow fit me into their schedule so I could be seen by a doctor. She asked what insurance company I had and when I told her she flinched and let me know they didn’t accept TriCare. She told me to have a seat, I was very unsteady on my feet, and she would check with the office manager and see what they could do.
As I waited I prayed. I prayed that God would intervene and convince them to see me. I was sitting with my eyes closed in prayer when I heard the receptionist stand up and grab her things. I opened my eyes and watched her head into the waiting area. She helped me to my feet and told me that she was on her lunch break and was going to take me to urgent care herself.
I had just met my third angel.
She walked me to her car, helped me in, and away we went. When she started her car I knew again that this was God at work. You see, as her car started her radio turned on and worship music filled the interior.
She asked me several times how I was doing as she drove the short distance to urgent care and reassured me that she wouldn’t leave me until she made sure they accepted my insurance and could see me. She even attempted to lighten the mood by pointing out that my first trip to Atlanta would be a memorable one.
We made it to urgent care just a few minutes later and true to her word she walked me in and made sure they accepted my insurance and could see me. I again thanked her and told her what a blessing she was, she replied that she was happy to do it. She patted my shoulder, wished me well, and left.
Three hours later I was back at the hotel with medication and orders to rest before trying to go home the next day.
I’m happy to say that although I didn’t feel any where near 100% the next day I was able to make it home and 2 days later feel much more like myself.
Thinking over the happenings of that day, I keep kicking myself. I regret that I wasn’t cognizant enough to make note of the names of those who helped me, I’m holding on to the words in Luke 11:28..
“Jesus replied, ‘But even more blessed are all who hear the word of God and put it into practice.'”
I firmly believe that these folks heard the word of God and helped me because of it and I pray that someday I will be able to thank them myself.
My third angel was correct, this trip to Atlanta will never be forgotten. Not because I was so sick, but because of the help and compassion I was shown when I needed it the most.
Writers Note: I also need to thank all of my friends and family who sent prayers and good thoughts my direction during this whole event. The outpouring of love was amazing. Also Hanan, for arranging to have medicine brought up to the room before she left and Cecily for stopping by my room early to offer her help.
Finally, I have to thank my husband. Not only did he hold down the fort while I was away, but he also offered nothing but encouragement and support. He also made sure my anxiety didn’t kick in to over drive which it easily could have.
I am truly blessed.