On October 15th, 3 years ago, I and two friends drove to Boise, Idaho so that I could have open heart surgery. I needed to have four bypasses done as my arteries were 90% plugged. When we arrived in Boise, we had to find a motel room to stay in over night, as I had to be at the hospital at 6am the next morning. My mom and brother were also going to be there but they would arrive a couple of hours later.
We found a motel and checked in. We went to the room and took in our things for the night. We were sitting in the room for about 20 minutes when the phone rang and my care provider answered it. She got a funny look on her face and she said the phone was for me. No one knew where we were staying as I had not contacted anyone to let them know where we were staying. I took the phone and a spanish sounding voice on the other end asked if this was me. I said yes and he said "don't have your surgery tomorrow, it's not your turn to die..." I was floored, no one that knew I was to have my surgery had been contacted. I asked "who is this?" and he said, "it's Oscar".
The only person I knew by that named had died the year before of cancer. I had worked with him at the factory and he would stop every shift and talk to me. In the background I could hear hundreds of voices and I asked him where he was at and he said, "I am in between Heaven and Earth..." Then he told me again not to have my surgery, as it was not my turn to die and the connection went dead. I could hardly believe that this had happened and I told my friends about the phone call. I called my brother and told him about the call, they were still about an hour away from Boise, he knew this friend as he worked at the same factory as we did. He told me that I better take the call seriously and they would see us in a little while and we would go eat.
We discussed the phone call over dinner and my mother and brother both agreed that I had better talk to my doctor about it, at least about my concern. The next morning we went to the hospital just before 6am and they started getting me ready, I asked to see my doctor and they told me he would be there in a few minutes. I looked through the door a few minutes later and he was pacing back and forth in tight circles in front of my door.
Then he came in and before I could tell him what had happened, he said that my surgery had been postponed for a week and that the head doctor of the department would be in to see me in a few minutes. When the other doctor came in, he told me that the doctor that was scheduled to do the surgery had lost the last three patients he had and they were all from my area. He had rescheduled my surgery for one week later and that he would be doing the surgery.
One week later, I had the surgery and went through it with out any problems. I thank God that he allows our friends to warn us when it's not are turn to die. I also thank God for giving me a second chance and for giving us friends that care enough to change the future.