As our respect for nurses shines now more than ever, our angel expert sheds light on how her spirituality guided her to the profession
These past few weeks and months have been an extreme period of learning for all of us, and now’s the time to take some moments to reflect and re-group.
Supporting the many wonderful and selfless key workers who are busy at the forefront of it all has taken me into a reflective mood about some of my own nursing experiences. But first let me tell you an angel story – relayed to me by my mother, Sylvia.
When my mum was about seven my grandma became pregnant with another child. They lived in a village just outside Bradford, and my grandma would travel in to the town to work at a corner shop. During the 1930s money was very tight, and even though she was heavily pregnant,
she carried on filling the tubs and bringing up sacks from the cellar. Then one day, carrying a massive slab of lard, she slipped on the stairs and fell. Landing badly on the stone floor, she knew she had lost her baby.
Stoically she made her way to the hospital, and my grandad came with my
mother to visit. In those days, children were not allowed into wards, and so my mum sat alone in a long sterile corridor, anxiously twiddling the bottom of her frock and afraid that her mum wasn’t going to make it.
A visit from an angel
Curious and scared, she tiptoed close to the swing doors, and peering through the gap she could just make out her mum lying on one of the many beds with her dad next to her. A nurse dressed in a blue uniform stood by her side, stroking her head, and then got up and started to walk towards the door. My mum hurried back to the bench where she’d been told to wait. The nurse came and sat beside her. Taking my mum’s hand, she whispered: “Sylvia, your mother is going to be well again soon. Remember to say a prayer as you go to sleep every night. Very soon she will be home. She is being well looked after here.”
As they waited for the bus to go home, my grandad told her that there was not to be a baby after all, but that she, Sylvia, wasn’t to worry about her mum. “That’s alright, dad”, she told him. “That pretty nurse in a blue dress is looking after her. She told me when she came out to see me.” Puzzled, her dad asked her which nurse she meant, as he had only seen one nurse in a grey uniform. “The one stroking her head,” Sylvia had answered. “But I was the only one in there, love,” he told her. Sylvia later understood that she had had a visitation from an angel.
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Chrissie Astell is an Angel author who leads popular workshops at home and abroad. For further guidance or to download a free meditation, go to angellight.co.uk