They Came Again!

They came back!!

At a time and place that I never expected, never thought about, never would have imagined. It’s taken me a few days to write this as it was an event that still makes the hairs on my neck stand up.

All of this happened a few days ago ….. it had already been a long morning after a very short, fairly sleepless night. We had been up since 430am, so we could catch our 7am flight for our long-awaited vacation. Travel days always have some stress involved as we deal with TSA, fight times, baggage and rude folks that don’t have a clue how to travel.

The first leg of the trip had gone well and we had a very short layover and plane change for our second leg of the trip. We exited the aircraft and made our way down the concourse towards our next departure gate. We both needed to use the “facilities” so we stopped and went into our respective places. I was done first and came out and was leaning against the wall, when they came.

By they, I am talking about ‘The Angels”. They have visited me before but NEVER in a setting like this. I could sense them immediately as they surrounded me. My mind was racing a million miles and hour ….. why, why, why? My thoughts raced to a kindred friend that had been admitted to the hospital the night before, to a family member whose health has been failing, to people on the airplane I had just been on or was about to board. I asked why, I was frightened and then it dawned on me ….. is it this place, this town? And suddenly a comfort surrounded and calmed me as the angels hugged me.

The angels departed when a younger guy, dressed in a uniform of some type stopped, touched me on the shoulder and asked if I was OK? I said, yes. He smiled and said, “Thanks for visiting Nashville”, and he walked off down the concourse.

My wife exited the “facilities” and said, “Come on, let’s go, we’re going to be late” …… a brisk walk to the gate, the flight was already boarding …… find two seats and sit down and buckle up.

Suddenly, she asks me, “Are you OK? You look like you’ve seen a ghost! Why are you breathing like that?”

There I was, hyperventilating, heart racing (never had that before) trying to put some logic to the past few minutes when it occurred to me …… my heart allegedly came from the Nashville area, is that why they, the Angels, came? And, who was that guy that stopped and asked me if I was OK?

I didn’t say anything to her. I couldn’t explain it. And heart transplant recipients know not to cause unneeded worries to their families.

If it was something else ….  my friend, family member, the planes …. it wasn’t clear, but each time I thought of my donor, a sense of calm came over me. My breathing and heart rate returned to normal.

The angels were there for me.

Praise  God!

I recently wrote about my angels HERE and HERE!!


About DAP

I am a heart transplant recipient and these are my stories and thoughts. My desire is to assist others pre or post heart transplant in anyway possible. Please feel free to contact me if you have a question.
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2 Responses to They Came Again!

  1. giggles says:

    Ok….I’m crying AND the hairs on the back of my neck are standing up.What a wonderful thing that must feel like to sense the Angels surrounding you. I am in awe. God is with you my friend and he is keeping you safe. Maybe one day you will meet those angels and then you will know. You are a blessed man and a dear friend. I love you.

    • my2ndheartbeat says:

      This event reiterated something that I tend to forget at times. That God is EVERYWHERE, ALL of the time!! I am blessed, I have a number of valuable people in my life and you are ONE of those that is truly special part of my life. I love you too!!!

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