<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>Earlier this week, I had a conversation with a woman who felt compelled to share her story and that I would think she was crazy. <\/font>That exact day, a year earlier, she died. <\/font><\/p>\n <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>While sitting outside saying her morning prayers (a daily ritual), she said she heard a voice tell her that she needed to go to the hospital because she was having a heart attack. <\/font>She then asked her husband to take her to the hospital because of what the voice said. <\/font>Her husband didn\u2019t quite believe her (or more obviously, the voice) and asked several questions. <\/font>He asked if she felt any heart attack symptoms. <\/font>At that moment, the only \u201coff\u201d thing she felt was numbness or tingling in her pinky finger. <\/font>Based on this one, minute point, he did not think it warranted a trip to the hospital for such a potentially silly reason. <\/font>She insisted. <\/font>He acquiesced. <\/font>While they were on their way, her heart stopped. <\/font>Technically, she was dead. <\/font>Her husband flew to the hospital as fast as he could. <\/font>She cycled through resuscitations and flat-lining multiple times. <\/font>Finally, the doctors were able to stabilize her condition and find the root cause of her heart attack \u2013 a completely clogged artery. <\/font>She underwent bypass surgery and remained in the hospital for quite a while. <\/font><\/p>\n <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>While recovering in the hospital, she saw a little boy in her room around 2am. <\/font>According to her description, he was looking around the room in complete wonder. <\/font>She was, of course, concerned that there was a young child in her room, away from his parents at such a late (or early) hour. <\/font>However, he would never speak. <\/font>At some point, she must have fallen asleep. <\/font>The next morning, she asked her husband, who slept in the room with her, if he had seen the little boy during the night and he said he had not. <\/font>The following night, the little boy reappeared. <\/font>Again, he said nothing. <\/font>This time, she decided to try to touch him to get his attention. <\/font>When she reached out to him, her hand went through him. <\/font>In the middle of the night, in her hospital room recovering from a heart attack a voice told her she was having, she met an angel.<\/p>\n <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>Yet, her story doesn\u2019t end there. <\/font>She returned home after being released from the hospital. <\/font>While sitting outside saying her prayers, a voice (or THE voice) spoke again and told her to go the hospital because she was having a heart attack. <\/font>Dutifully, she told her husband, who thought it was a not-so-funny matter. <\/font>However, he did take her back, only to find that, yes, she was having another heart attack due to the diminished capacity or output of her other arteries. <\/font><\/p>\n <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>The day I met her was a year to the day after the original voice and heart attack. <\/font>The person I spoke to was a vibrant and thriving woman. <\/font>She jokingly mentioned that she was now living on lagniappe. <\/font>We spoke for so long that the conversation veered off to other subjects as well; spiritual healing, giving service to others in lieu of birthday gifts, adoption, angels and spirits. Once again, she mentioned that I might think she was crazy and I told her that she had a most amazing story that I was happy that she felt free to share with me. <\/font>I now share it with you.<\/p>\n <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>For me, almost everything relates to something else. <\/font>While she was telling me her story, it reminded me of the movie, City of Angels. <\/font>The song is especially appropriate\u2026<\/p>\n<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \n <\/font><\/font>