On a Monday on my lunch hour, I had an appointment to see a
doctor at the hospital. I was bleeding and worried. All alone and
trying to be strong, I ventured to the hospital and before I entered I picked
up my Bible that I always carry in the car and read a scripture.
Upon walking into the waiting room I heard God say to me, "Go speak
to that man, He is an Angel."
I looked up and saw a man sitting in a wheelchair. His arm was propped
up in a brace, and his leg was emaciated but stabilized with a series of halos
around it. I approached him.
His kind eyes looked into my soul, and they took me backwards as he really
saw into me. I said hello and he replied hello. I asked if he would
walk again and he said yes. Then I asked if he knew that JESUS could heal
him. He enthusiastically said YES as if letting me know that I understood and
was good to point that out.
So I said my name is Sherry while reaching out to shake his hand, to
which he paused and shook my hand and said, "I’m Angel." I said
really? "Yes," he said.
Then I went upstairs to my doctor and learned all would be OK. When I
was walking out I noticed Angel was still there.
I went back and let him know that God told me to talk to him, and that
he was an Angel. All he said was, "oh," yet never denied it.
Then curiosity got me and I asked how this happened, to which he responded,
"an accident.” Well I said nice to
meet you and God bless you Angel.
The footnote to
this story is years later I was meeting with the Hospital Administrator on
business and told him the story. He said it was peculiar, as the entrance
where he sat was an outpatient entrance, and they never let anyone sit there
for long. He had been there for over a half hour.
Sherry Sargent
Batavia, Ohio
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