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ANGELS
on Call
Second Floor: Heavenly Comfort
For months my wife, Marjorie, and I had looked forward to our tour of New England and Eastern Canada.
Now here we were in Montreal, but instead of seeing the sites we were stuck in a hospital awaiting a surgeon.
Marjorie had hurt herself lifting a piece of luggage. The Canadian doctor said she had
a strangulated hernia and needed surgery immediately.
“So much for the tour,” Marjorie said sadly as she lay on a gurney in the waiting room.
I squeezed her hand. “Not exactly the vacation we imagined.” Truth be told, I wished we were
back home. What did I even know about this hospital?
God, please help us get through this.
Finally an attendant wheeled Marjorie into the elevator with me walking beside her,
holding her hand. The doors opened on the second floor and a doctor walked in past the attendant to stand next to Marjorie.
There was something reassuring about him. Not just his neat white hair, crisp doctor’s coat and stethoscope. It was like he
radiated an aura of comfort.
Neither Marjorie nor I could take our eyes off him.
At the surgical floor he laid his hand on Marjorie’s shoulder. “You have nothing to fear,” he said. “God loves you.”
We got off the elevator and I turned to thank him, but the doors closed. “Who was that doctor who spoke to my wife in the elevator?” I asked the attendant.
“Doctor?” the attendant said. “I didn’t see anyone in the elevator but us.”
—David Welker, Holladay, Utah
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