Angels that pass thru
SOmetimes we have no idea how our actions affect others for the rest of their lives. After I was hit by the car in 1976 there were several people that I will never forget. On the medi-vac out of Frankfurt there was a young blonde man on the bunk across from me. Every time I got sick to my stomach he would call the nurse for me. Sometime during the trip something happened to him and he died. I never knew his name.
On the flight from Baltimore to San Antonio I had a male nurse. When I told him that I was feeling sick to my stomach he came over and asked me if I believed in magic. Well, duh! I was ten, I still believed in a lot of things. He asked me to pick a number between 1 and 10. I picked four. He told that every time I felt sick to take a deep breath and hold it until I counted to four. And to do it four times. You know to this day if I feel sick to my stomach I still do that. I remember when he walked me to the waiting ambulance I was saddened that I would never see him again. I still think about him and wish I could tell him how much he has meant to me over the years.
My mom stayed at the guest housing on post. After a few weeks the doctors believed I was well enough for a twenty-four hour pass. I don't know how many steps there were to get into that building but it looked like a million to me. My Mom was strugling to get me up the steps and every bounce and every bump hurt like hell. I was still in a wheel chair. Some man came and picked me up out of the chair and carried me not only up the outside steps but the steps inside to the second floor. He just tipped his hat and walked away.
There were many doctors and nurses that took good care of me. But these people stay in my memory.
On the flight from Baltimore to San Antonio I had a male nurse. When I told him that I was feeling sick to my stomach he came over and asked me if I believed in magic. Well, duh! I was ten, I still believed in a lot of things. He asked me to pick a number between 1 and 10. I picked four. He told that every time I felt sick to take a deep breath and hold it until I counted to four. And to do it four times. You know to this day if I feel sick to my stomach I still do that. I remember when he walked me to the waiting ambulance I was saddened that I would never see him again. I still think about him and wish I could tell him how much he has meant to me over the years.
My mom stayed at the guest housing on post. After a few weeks the doctors believed I was well enough for a twenty-four hour pass. I don't know how many steps there were to get into that building but it looked like a million to me. My Mom was strugling to get me up the steps and every bounce and every bump hurt like hell. I was still in a wheel chair. Some man came and picked me up out of the chair and carried me not only up the outside steps but the steps inside to the second floor. He just tipped his hat and walked away.
There were many doctors and nurses that took good care of me. But these people stay in my memory.
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