They’re Always Grateful

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash.

I logged onto the computer to begin my shift. I became aware of a spiritual presence at my side. Intuitively, I knew she was the soul of the woman a team was attempting to resuscitate in the next room. She asked for help.

I stopped what I was doing and entered her room. Another physician directed the team: chest compressions, ventilations via an endotracheal tube, medications, defibrillations. I had absolutely no involvement in her medical care. I stood next to the gurney and rested my hand on her leg because similar encounters had taught me the importance of touch..

Her soul silently asked if she could leave. I wondered why she’d ask me or think I’d have her answer. I wasn’t her doctor. We’d never met. Then something came to me from eternity. In my mind, I suggested to her that if she wanted to leave and felt it was right, I thought it was probably okay for her to go. I silently shared the feelings that came through me, but it was her decision—entirely hers.

As the team continued chest compressions, she rose up from her physical body and stood in the air. As far as I could tell, no one else saw her spirit. Her perfect form resembled her body but appeared much younger. She was so profoundly happy and grateful. She filled me with light and love. She lingered a moment, thanked me, and left. A few moments later, the physician in charge stopped resuscitation efforts.

I walked back to my computer and began my shift. I don’t know why this beautiful soul asked for my help or how I helped her. I just know she asked, and she was grateful. They’re always so grateful.