A true story about an Angel in Uniform.
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Angel in Uniform
This is a family story my father told me about his mother, my grandmother. In 1949, my father had just returned home from the war. On every American highway you could see the soldiers in uniform hitchhiking home to their families, as was the custom at that time in America. Sadly, the thrill of his reunion with his family was soon overshadowed.
My grandmother became very ill and had to be hospitalized. It was her kidneys, and the doctors told my father that she needed a blood transfusion immediately or she would not live through the night. The problem was that Grandmother’s blood type was AB-, a very rare type even today, but even harder to get then because there were no blood banks or air flights to ship blood.
All the family members were typed, but not one member was a match. So the doctors gave the family no hope; my grandmother was dying. My father left the hospital in tears to gather up all the family members, so that everyone would get a chance to tell Grandmother Good-bye.
As my father was driving down the highway, he passed a soldier in uniform hitchhiking home to his family. Deep in grief, my father had no inclination at that moment to do a good deed. Yet it was almost as if something outside himself pulled him to a stop, and he waited as the stranger climbed into the car.
My father was too upset to even ask the soldier his name, but the soldier noticed my father’s tears right away and inquired about them. Through his tears, my father told this stranger that his mother was lying in a hospital dying because the doctors had been unable to locate her blood type, AB-, and if they did not locate her blood type before nightfall, she would surely die.
It got very quiet in the car. Then this unidentified soldier extended his hand out to my father, palm up. Resting in the palm of his hand were the dog tags from around his neck. The blood type on the tags was AB-. The soldier told my father to turn the car around and get him to the hospital.
My grandmother lived until 1996, 47 years later, and to this day no one in the family knows this soldier’s name. But my father has often wondered, was he a soldier or an angel in uniform?
Author Jeannie Ecke Sowell
Chicken Soup for the Mother’s Soul
What did you take away from Jeannie Ecke Sowell’s story?
Giovanna Garcia
Imperfect Action is better than No Action.
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super-story. nice emotion..
Such an inspiring, emotional story, Giovanna! It’s always such a joy to read your blog and feel uplifted reading about the goodness of others.
Thank you Giovanna for that lovely story. It is good to know that good people are out there. He did a good thing and did not ask for anything in return,but a ride a little farther down the road. when you least expect people step up and do the right thing. Great story.
Dan and Deanna “Marketing Unscrambled”
Sometimes things just work out in such unexpected ways.
Hi Damian
Thank you for your comment and support.
Giovanna Garcia
Imperfect Action is better than No Action
Hi Positively Present
Thanks for the kind words, I am glad my blog uplift your spirit.
Thank you for your comment and joining the conversation.
Giovanna Garcia
Imperfect Action is better than No Action
Hi Deanna
That is right when we give without looking for a return, amazing thing can help.
Thank you for your comment and sharing your thought.
Giovanna Garcia
Imperfect Action is better than No Action
Hi J.D.
Thank you for your comment and support.
Giovanna Garcia
Imperfect Action is better than No Action
Hi Giovanna,
I am Jeannie Ecke Sowell and what I think my Dad was telling me was that GOD put this soldier in the right spot at the right time. That God’s grace will alway be there when you ask for it, you just have to have FAITIH. As my Dad said something outside of himself told him to stop and give the soldier a ride.
Hi Jeannie,
I am so honored that you stop by my blog. Your dad’s story touched me deeply.
We must all keep the FAITH.
Thank you so much for sharing your dad’s story with the world.
Many blessing to you and your family.
Giovanna Garcia
Imperfect Action is better than No Action
Hi Giovanna,
This story has greatly touched my heart and deeply moved me. The good we do today, people will often forget it tomorrow. But we have to do it anyway. The road that is built with hope is more comfortable for the commuter than the road built in despair even though they both lead to the same destination.
Best regards,
Hamza
These are miracles of God.:-)