I know little about Scott Shaunfield, other than that he is a Captain with the Houston, Texas Fire Department, and the fact he once wrote a story about “the angels among us” that he knows is true. For the record, I am a huge believer in angels on this earth. No, you can’t see them, but I can easily recall the times that I have been highly suspect of angel-like people during my life. My first encounter with an angel was in 1971 after I had badly mangled my arm in a wreck with my Jeep. Little did I know that the accident would hound me for the rest of my life, but I knew the chances my arm would be amputated were pretty high back then, and that was scary.
In an attempt to keep my crushed arm still, the doctors had strapped the heavy bandage to the actual bedrail in the hospital, and had me on so much morphine I was real still, too.
During the first night, a nurse stopped by the room to check on me and the impact of her caring and kindness were such I sought her the next day. No one had an idea who she was. I even went back to the hospital several times after I was released to find her. Everyone I asked told me this was a vapor, or a mirage, caused by the drugs but that would never do. I know because at one point she left momentarily to get us a Coca-Cola and the next morning there were two cups, not one, as proof this had really occurred.
After you identify your first angel, be it person or pet, you begin to find it is easier and easier to spot those that follow in your life. Nancy Crossman, a poet in Canada, famously wrote: “Angels walk among us but they’re very hard to see, no wings or halo do they have, they’re just like you and me. The thing that makes them different, is the kindness that they show, to each and every one of us, everywhere we go. When a homeless person reaches out and most of us rush by, the Angel will not question him, it doesn’t matter why. Angels don’t see color, nor creed, to them we’re all the same, an open mind is a beautiful thing and it is their claim to fame. Angels never need reward, for the service they provide, recognition is not what they seek, their conscience is their guide.”
Fire Captain Shaunfield wrote a wonderful story some years ago about his first-hand experience and his closing sentence asks a beautiful question:
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AN ACCIDENTAL ANGEL
By Scott Shaunfield
When I was in school, I participated in an undergraduate internship with a hospital chaplain. This largely consisted of me visiting with specific hospital patients and then discussing the interaction with the chaplain. I had no specific training in this, and introducing myself to strangers was not one of my natural talents.
On one particular visit, I cautiously entered a darkened room to find an elderly man lying in the bed. There was no one else in the room, and I initially thought he was sleeping. When I moved closer to the bed, I realized that he was very much awake, but also very confused and anxious. He desperately wanted to communicate something, but I couldn’t understand what he was saying. He seemed weak and frail, and I couldn’t tell if he was in pain, or just scared. I knew nothing about this man’s life or history, and I felt totally helpless. He obviously didn’t want me to leave, but I felt so lost and uncomfortable that I had to leave the room after only a couple of minutes.
The next time I was at the hospital, I was assigned to make follow up visits with the same list of patients. I expected my time with the confused man to be just as short as the last time...if he was even still alive. It seemed pointless to frustrate myself trying to interact with someone so disoriented.
As I arrived at the room, the first thing I noticed was that the lights were on. His daughter was there visiting with him. He was sitting up in the bed and much more alert. I introduced myself to the daughter and explained that I had come by before. Addressing the patient, I then suggested that I was certain he didn’t remember me at all.
He corrected me immediately, saying “I remember you. You were the angel that gave me hope in my darkest hour!” I would have thought his memory was delirious, but he then accurately recounted enough details of our first meeting to remove any doubt of his clarity. I was so amazed that, once again, I didn’t know how to respond. We talked a little more, I told him I was glad he was feeling so much better, and we said goodbye.
In the brief moment of my initial interaction with this inconsolable patient, I had no idea what to say or what to do. I knew of nothing I could offer him. I did absolutely nothing to help this man... except show up. I may never be able to explain it, but somehow he found in me something he needed at a critical point in his life, just because I was there.
I have thought about this encounter often over the past 25 years. It has shaped the way I see life, the way I see myself, and the way I see others. It has influenced not only my career path, but also the decisions I make on a daily basis. It makes me want to offer whatever kindness I can to others, and I try to recognize and appreciate the kindness that others share with me. Obviously, we can’t know the impact our actions, or even just our presence, will have on life.
I don’t know who he was. I don’t know his name, where he came from, or what happened to him after that. It took years of hindsight for me to recognize the gift he had given me, so I didn’t even know to thank him at the time.
So, a stranger in the form of a frail old man changed the rest of my life with a single comment.
Who was the angel to whom?
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“Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it.” – Hebrews 13:2