Hallway Serenade
Six years ago our 12-year-old daughter, Kiley, was hospitalized for more than a month with a life-threatening case of pneumonia that required lung surgery. Lord, I simply cannot continue to walk these halls day after day, week after, week, I thought, pacing the hall alone one day while Kiley tried to rest. Then I heard the most glorious voice. The song "You’ll Never Walk Alone" filled the corridor, stopping me in my tracks. A middle-aged black man strolled along singing so loudly and joyously that the walls seemed to shake. He smiled right at me. When he rounded the corner I rushed to get another look. Where is he? I checked both ways down the main hall: He was gone. Five days later we brought our daughter home. I brought something else home from the hospital too--the assurance that I won’t ever face my problems all by myself. At times I had felt I was walking those hospital halls alone, but I now know I never did.
by Beverly E. Allran, Lincolnton, North Carolina
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