The Gift of an Angel: My story on going to the hospital to get stitches
Angels are all around us...in disguise
I don't know what I believe in or who I believe in, or anything for that matter. What I do know is that sometimes life is not so sweet to you, but there's always bright light at the end of the tunnel and somebody comes around to remind you that. This is a story of how I hurt my hand, and it is a stupid scenario that happened to me a couple of years ago, but it reminded me something: There are good people out there. Maybe even angels in disguise, who knows? I believe that sometimes people are sent to us for a reason, a reason we can't explain but it's for the better. The reason could be a message from or for anything. I like to think of my messages being from my deceased relatives, or from a higher power. Either way, wherever you think they come from, it's nice to know there are spiritual connections in us all. Angels in disguise, around us all.
So here's my story, what can I say, I'm a big baby!
I got cut bad on my hand I never got stitches before in my life until this time. I was always terrified of ever getting stitches. But I can proudly say I ended up taking them out myself! Okay kind of gross, but it was fun and an accomplishment for me! Anyway, so I was about 19 or 20 years old and was out on a cold Sunday, all day, came home around 9 or 10pm, went to my room to find that my aunt who I lived with at the time, "cleaned" my room. Mind you when this woman cleans, she tends to throw things in a big pile. Well, she happened to throw the big pile on my bed, so I started to clean off my bed so I can go to sleep, not realizing she put a glass piece from my nightstand that was BROKEN on my bed. So I grabbed the piece to take it off of my bed, and as soon as I tried to pick it up it cut my hand, exactly between my thumb and my pointer finger.
I didn't think anything of it until...
I went to the bathroom to wash my hand up, and realized my hand was gushing blood. My cousin happened to have just come downstairs to see me in the bathroom washing my bloody hand and he freaked. He told me I would definetely need stitches and rushed me to the hospital, I ran out of the house with nothing but whatever I had on at the time. No jacket, no money, no cellphone, nothing. Oh, and did I mention it was winter in NY. Kind of chilly.
Now, I'm not so good when it comes to hospitals, I have never really had to be in a hospital for any reason other than to visit sick relatives or friends, so I was freaking out a bit. Nor had I ever gotten stitches, so I was terrified and definitely did not want to be there all by myself. My cousin ended up waiting with me in the waiting room for about 10 minutes until he told me that he was going home to go to sleep, and that he was going to tell his girlfriend who also lived with us, to pick me up and take me home. I understood at the time, because it was a Sunday night and he had work early the next morning. Finally, 2 hours later, I saw a doctor and he gave me about 4 stitches and a tetanus shot. It wasn't as bad as I thought, but by the time I was done it was past 2'oclock in the a.m. I was alone, and noone was there to pick me up...!
Then, an Angel was sent down to give me a message...
Well, not really but I'd like to think of her as an angel. So, I tried calling everyone I could, with no cellphone handy, just whatever numbers I could remember to call. No One was picking up, and my sister just got a new number that I didn't have in my possession. I couldn't reach her, or I know she would have came to my rescue right away. Well, at this point I just sat in the waiting room and started bawling out crying. I couldn't walk home because it would take me at least an hour or two, it was cold out and I didn't have a jacket or money on me. An older African-American woman was sitting by me and asked me why I was crying. I told her my situation, while not being able to clearly speak, that I was basically stranded and no one was picking up their phones to come pick me up. She then asked me where my mother was and why don't I call her. I responded that I don't have a mother, my mother passed away when I was 13. She then said this and I don't know why I still remember her and her words, "God takes extra care of young people who don't have mothers, believe me". She made me cry even more by saying this, but she really touched me and showed concern for me, even though she was a total stranger she offered to drive me home. She asked me what town I lived in, and I told her, and she asked if I wanted a ride from her, but I refused. She was waiting in the emergency room waiting room for a reason and although I didn't ask why, I knew I couldn't take her away from her hospital care either. I also couldn't take a ride from a stranger, no matter how nice they are. So i tried once more to call someone and my aunt finally picked up the phone, hours later, and came to pick me up. The funny part is that when she saw me she had the nerve to ask me why I went to the hospital for a "small little cut". She still doesn't know today that it was pretty much her fault I was there!