Today I am going to share an experience I had in 2021. My family and I had Covid, and I had to be admitted to hospital. It was really scary for me because it was my dad's 3-year death anniversary on the day of my admittance. I was really scared as I am diabetic and hypertensive. I had been running high fevers for 2 days and was unable to move let alone eat. With the help of my children and husband I managed to pack a bag of clothing and we called for an ambulance. Due to Covid regulations and curfew I had to go alone to the hospital. I remember the paramedics calming me as I cried, and I mentioned that I did not want to die. During the pandemic I have seen too many loved ones taken away.
I was admitted to my ward at 2AM in the morning. The next morning, I opened up my WhatsApp and I almost lost my mind as my best friend had passed away. I remember crying and the next day I live streamed her funeral. It was traumatic for me and during this time my fever continued even though I was on strong medication.
My 3rd night in hospital after speaking to my husband and children I remember asking them to pray as I did not want to die. The ward I was in was a normal ward, but I was the only person there. That night as I was about to fall asleep, I remember feeling really cold, I asked the nurse to add an extra blanket over me and was advised that she could not as my fever was really high. I was tossing and turning as I was restless and cold.
As soon as I turned on the side, I saw a man next to my bed. He was around mid 30's white doctor coat and brown formal pants. He just stood there, and he had what looked like little pill cups on the serving table near my bed. He was smiling at me, and he kept playing and shifting the pill cups. As he was doing this, he smiled at me and told me 3 times "you will be fine.'' The moment he said this my fever broke, and I fell asleep.
The next morning when I awoke feeling better, I asked the nurse about the doctor I saw that night; I told her that he was so friendly and that he told me I would be ok. She simply smiled and told me that I was lucky because my fever was so high and that I had been crying in my sleep and telling my dad that I loved him but that I was not ready to leave my husband and children. I returned home after 7 days. I cried on my way home, and my husband asked me why. I said to him that I was lucky as 2 other people passed away whilst I was in the hospital that week. All I saw were people covered with white sheets being wheeled away.
I would like to think that it was a guardian Angel that was looking out for me. If any of you know or have experienced something like this, please feel free to share this with me.
Love & Light
Sash B
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[at] Twilight1011 I just want to say you are not offending me in any way. I am a born Hindu. I was raised very antichrist as Indians in South Africa are that way unfortunately. I however believe and embrace all faiths. I love learning about other cultures and faiths and their practices. I too just like you am actually spiritual. I know that I may sound selfish but as a Hindu it is rather difficult for me to convert but I live Christ and his teachings and way of life. I also believe in the universe and I love looking into the world of Astrology. So yes I am spiritual an I love being this way.
[at] CrimsonTopaz I believe it was someone from another realm yes like my guardian angel. Yes I did see his face and it is really sad that I am a bad artist as I would have drawn a picture of what he looks like. A male mid 30's eraly 40's, caramel skin, more like someone from the middle east curly hair and a glow around him. That is what I saw and I still remember his smile.