While we were sitting in the waiting room, an adorable young woman bounced in. She had a chic, short hairdo which I noticed at once, and a very nice body, topped off by a lovely face, angelic. I watched as she wiggled her way into Dr. Jones' office and figured that she probably was going to see him for some breast enhancements. She didn't look like she needed that or, for that matter, anything else in the realm of plastic surgery but hey, it's what she thinks, not I.
I've been a patient of Dr. Jones for the past four years. He's my good buddy, having performed my breast reduction surgery, the one thing that on my death bed I will pronounce as THE best decision I've EVER made. I love him. And, I love everybody in his office, including Jenny who does the scheduling for his surgical engagements. I hadn't seen her in a very long time so she took five and came out into the waiting room to hug me and catch up. I told her about my sleeve and how discouraged I was. She related to me that Dr. Jones sees a lot of patients who come to him following massive weight losses, for skin reductions. In telling me this, she referred to my bariatric surgeon by name......just as the young woman I had been envying, was within earshot. She stopped in her tracks and said "I'm a Dr.Kruger patient!" What???
She took out her cell phone and immediately pulled up a photo of a very overweight woman who in no way bore any resemblance to the one standing in front of us. "This is ME, five years ago" she proudly told us. I've lost it and kept it off. She was here for a follow up for her abdominal skin reduction procedure she added.
Well, I umbrella-hooked her right over to my chair and asked her how long it took before she lost weight....."Oh, a good five months before I saw any results"
I've always had a thing for angels. I believe in them and know that they are out there, that they appear in various forms, just when we need them. If we open our minds and our hearts, we will see them and even speak to them. You see, God can't be everywhere no matter what He tells us. He's too busy and I know He has better things to do than reassure neurotic people like me. So, He sends his worker-bees and I met yet another one just yesterday.
Thank you God.