THE ANGELS BESIDE US
“Glynis Allen has been blessed with one of the greatest gifts of all, she has clear sight, ‘clairvoyance’, and has been sensing and seeing the presence of angelic beings for decades. Glynis hasn’t had just the odd vision, she has seen angels working alongside her time after time, in fact throughout her entire nursing career.” (Chrissie Astell)
It’s always heart-warming when other people see the angels’ signs too and it’s not just me, and I’m especially pleased when someone instinctively knows they can confide in me about their experiences. The Drunken Sailor was one example… When the Red Phone rang at 2 a.m. and the paramedic said, “We’re bringing in a male aged around fifty, found unconscious on a bench in town, smells of alcohol”, everyone groaned – it was Sailor again. We called him that because he was always drunk on rum (he told us that he’d got addicted to it when he was in the Navy) but whatever our personal thoughts were he was always treated with respect and received the same care as any other patient. He carried his belongings in a plastic bag, consisting of a few photos of his children and a bottle of rum. I felt so sorry for him having such a hard life – and where were his family?
When they brought him in he stank of dirt, had long hair and beard, wore a damp woolly hat and his clothes were sticking to him. I removed his hat and noticed a large gash at the back of his head; he had obviously been assaulted and he had cuts on his hands perhaps from protecting himself. I said to him, “You’re safe now, in hospital. How did you get that big cut on your head?” He glared at me and said, “Bugger off!”
I started to take his vital signs and realised they were looking unstable and becoming dangerous so I shouted for the doctor. He came rushing in but then said, “Why are you calling for me? The man is obviously drunk so he can wait – I have poorly people to see to.” Well, he was stressed but that was unforgivable. I calmly asked him to take a look at the ECG and put some gloves on to inspect the wound… We eventually got Sailor stabilised and I took him to x-ray.
By now he’d become very quiet, then he turned to me and said, “Nurse, I’ve seen an angel. It looked at me and smiled, after them youths left me for dead.” He was kept on the medical ward for a few days of observation and kept telling everyone else that he’d seen an angel; naturally, most people were sniggering behind his back, calling him a stupid drunk. One day, I had to go to that ward to collect some equipment and Sailor saw me and called me over.
“Can I tell you something?” he began. “I really did see that angel. I know people think I was just drunk, but I saw it when them lads were kicking the shit out of me. They just stopped suddenly, like someone was protecting me.” I believed him. “Something stopped them,” I agreed, “otherwise things would have been much worse.” (Actually, I phoned the police to report the assault, even though Sailor didn’t want me to, because I felt he might receive some help if it was made official.)
Six months passed by. I was doing triage when a man came in with two teenage girls; one had fallen over skateboarding and had fractured her wrist. The man said, “You’re the nurse that was kind to me, aren’t you?” Well, I try to be kind to everyone but I didn’t recognise this chap at all. “I’m the Drunken Sailor, nurse, as your doctor called me. Remember I had a gash to the head?” I smiled and nodded. “Well I really did see an angel that night,” he went on, “and it saved my life in more ways than one. My family heard about the attack and came to see me – now I’m back with my wife and children and not drinking anymore. Yes, I can still see it now. He was dressed in blue with saffron-coloured hair.”