1 Peter 5:7 (ESV)
Casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for
you.
It was time for lunch, and Nicolette M. fixed herself and
her preschool son a hot lunch, and settled down with him to watch cartoons on
television, their daily ritual. Suddenly Nicolette started to choke. A piece of
meat had apparently gotten caught in her throat. She tried to dislodge it, but
nothing would work. Gasping, Nicolette realized that she was in a dangerous situation.
"Honey, call 911 right now!" She cried,
thankful that she had trained her little boy in emergency procedures. Both of
them tried to tell the operator what was wrong, but Nicolette kept choking. She
was having trouble catching her breath now, and starting to feel panicky and
disoriented. What if she collapsed--or even choked to death--right here in
front of her son? He was becoming agitated too, especially since the operator
couldn't make out what he was saying. "My mommy, my mommy!" He kept
crying.
Suddenly Nicolette heard a knock at the front door.
Half-crawling now, she flung it open, expecting to see a rescue squad. Instead,
an elderly man was standing on her porch, holding a notebook. "Good
afternoon," he began. "I work for the city."
No. Her Iowa town was small, but she had never seen this
gentleman before. Yet, vulnerable as she was, Nicolette felt no fear when the
stranger, sizing up the situation, strode into her living room. "I think I
can help you," he said. Quickly, he gave Nicolette's address to the
telephone operator, hung up the phone, then dragged Nicolette to her feet, went
behind her and grasped her in the Heimlich maneuver. Immediately she felt the
piece of meat move. It was still stuck in her throat, but although she
continued to cough, she could breathe freely once again. She took deep gasps of
air. "Thank God," she whispered to the stranger. "Thank God you
came when you did."
Suddenly sirens heralded that an ambulance was coming up
in front of the house. Two attendants raced through the open front door. One
saw the man, still standing near Nicolette. "You a relative?" He
asked, while the other quickly assessed Nicolette's condition.
"No," the man answered calmly. "I work for
the city."
"We're going to take you to the hospital," the
paramedic told Nicolette. "That piece of meat needs to be removed by a
doctor."
It was all happening so fast... Everyone piled out the
front door, but as Nicolette turned around, her rescuer seemed to have
disappeared. As the ambulance pulled away, she again tried to see out the
window, but there was no figure standing in front of her house, no one watching
her as she sped toward help.
Later, after things calmed down and Nicolette left the
hospital, she talked to the ambulance squad. Did they know where she could find
the man? But they were puzzled too. "Funny thing," one mused.
"He said he worked for the city... well, we do too, but we've never seen him
on any job or at any meeting." Nicolette kept asking, but in her little
town--where everyone knows everyone else--not one person could identify a man
of that description working for the city, or for anyone else. Nor did Nicolette
discover what a city worker would have been doing in her neighborhood that day.
"He came unexpectedly, and went the same way,"
Nicolette says today. "But he left a comforting glow that I still have
difficulty describing." She doesn't try. She just gives thanks to God for
the angel that watches over her-and her neighbors.
Dear Lord, thank You for the different ways You take care
of us. Help us always be thankful. In
Jesus’ Name, Amen.
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