If you believe in angels, I just met one who saved me a lot of trouble, frustration, time, and aggravation.
If you don’t believe in angels, and if you might know this woman, please give her a huge thank you for me.
If you don’t know her, or know anyone who knows her, then do a really nice deed for someone else so hers can be passed on.
It happened at Monmouth Medical Center Tuesday, October 7. I had to be in the radiology department for a procedure around 1 p.m.
Not having driven to Monmouth in a while, I had to navigate my way through the credit card check in at the garage, go up three decks til I found an empty parking space, walk to the elevator to bring me back down to the entrance to the main office, register at the main desk, then take the escalator up to the second floor, pass Bob Stanley’s photo at the end of the corridor, make left then a right and head into the radiology waiting room.
I went to the window to advise the clerk I was on time for my appointment and sat down to wait the few minutes before I knew I would be called. I noticed two men also sitting there waiting, otherwise, the room was empty.
The registrar at another window called me and asked for my driver’s license for ID. That’s when I realized I did not have my wallet with me, complete with license, credit cards, and other important personal cards. I asked if she would call security for me, inasmuch as I knew I had either lost it, dropped it, or left it in my unlocked car after entering the parking garage.
Nope, she couldn’t call Security, go back to the other window, she advised. Nope, she couldn’t call either, she advised, but she offered the suggestion I could retrace my steps then come back and wait until the radiologist had another opening.
While I wondered why the only way I could get security was to retrace those steps back down to the main desk, a tall blond woman in light colored slacks and top came up next to me and offered to go to my car for me. I thanked her but explained I’d rather get Security involved immediately in case I dropped it along the way.
She said she would go to security, then to my car. I thanked her, told her where the car was and the license number and she was gone. A minute later, the radiologist came up to bring me in for the procedure.
While I was in the care room waiting for him to complete preparations, the employee who could not call security for me came in with my wallet, explaining the woman had found it on the front seat of my car. Of course she could not give me her name, she said, so I asked her to give her my profuse thanks and said I would see her when I left.
The procedure completed, I left. I did not see her in the waiting room. I left without expressing my deep gratitude and wondering who she was.
Was she an angel? To me she was. Was she still sitting there when I left? I didn’t see her. Did I get her name? Not at all.
If you have any idea, perhaps you could pass on my thanks and let her know how appreciative I am. If not, perhaps you too think it was an angel who was in the right place at the right time for a reason. If that’s so, express my thanks as I am doing…going out of my way to do something special for another stranger.
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