When the Saints Come In...

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Story type: Angel
Location: St Francis Hospital. Topeka
Source: Form Submission

This happened just a scant month ago, in July 2004. It happened sometime between midnight and two A.M, when I had to go to the bathroom. I did not dream this because I never dream of being in the same place as my body is when I go to sleep, and I usually have lucid dreams.

I was laying in a room in St. Francis Hospital after a long scar revision surgery which excised a scar I'd had all my life. I had first gotten this scar at only a few months of age thanks to birthdefects, and the scar tissue had adherred to the fascia (or that's what my plastic surgeon told me). It went across my entire abdomen just below the ribs. I could only lie on my back, which is not the way I usually go to sleep, so I was having some trouble that night.

My mother stayed until midnight, and then was picked up by my father. I lay in the darkness unable to sleep and scared of what would happen in the coming days. That was when I felt Jesus and Mary come through the doorway. My eyes were closed. They were followed by my own patron saints, and my immediate families patron saints plus Saint Francis of Assissi, the saint of the hospital.

I remember talkin with them for a long time, all telepathically, and have a very clear rememberance of asking my sister's saint to go check on her followed by the "feeling" of her presence "vanishing".

Now, some months before my surgery, the family lost a small dog named Charlie who had been in our family for at least 10 years. Before going to the hospital I had made a remark to my parents about "Taking Charlie with me to the hospital"... A short time after the presecences came to me, I sensed St. Francis bring Charlie into the room.

Thus far I hadn't had any physical sensations. As soon as I "felt" Charlie though, I heard the unmistakable sound of a dog panting on the floor on the right side of my bed. There were no machines in my room that could have created the panting noise, and I'm very conscious of my own breathing (again thanks to birthdefects) so it couldn't have been me. Shortly after I heard the panting the Presences left and I fell asleep.

I've had more moments where Charlie has come to me, in dreams and "feelings", but that night was the only night I've heard him.