Traveling Companions
My husband, Carl, and I were packing up for a trip last year when a tightness in his chest sent us to the emergency room. He was admitted to the intensive care unit. Angels had surrounded us for the previous eight months while I battled breast cancer. I prayed they would be with us still. The next morning doctors told me Carl would need a quadruple bypass. The news was almost more than I could handle. Where were our guardian angels now? Our daughter flew in the day before the surgery and told us something her three-year-old, Sara, had said. "Don’t worry." Sara had consoled her mother. "Katie, Amy and Julie will take good care of Grandpa." Those were Sara’s imaginary friends, our daughter explained. I shot a glance at Carl. "Sara must have friends in high places," he said with a nod. Katie, Amy and Julie were the names of his ICU nurses! Sure enough, surgery went well, and later in the year Carl and I packed up for another trip. This time we asked Sara to alert her friends.
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