He didn’t feel much like an angel. He hadn’t really lived right when he was alive, and didn’t turn things around for the better, until the end. But something did happen to him, and he started caring about people, started doing some good in the world. Then there was the car accident, and now here he was an angel, complete with wings (which he always kept hidden), assigned to the Christmas detail, which was always the toughest assignment.
Originally from Vietnam, Henry Vu had just saved several people from a raging blizzard, and was assigned next, to help Caroline Jenkins and her two daughters, aged 6 and 8 years old. Sgt. Tom Jenkins had just been killed about one month ago, fighting the Taliban, in Afghanistan. His family was devastated. Jessica, who just 8 years old, was talking of suicide, and 6 year old Jasmine, was in complete despair that she would never see Daddy again. Tom’s wife had taken up drinking, which she had never done before, and she was filled with hate for all Muslims, no matter who they were. Henry Vu sighed heavily as he headed their way.
Rather than burst into their living room, as a living light, Henry decided to use some carolers from a local church. Two van loads of people from a church were driving through the area. Henry popped into their van unseen. Sitting next to the driver, Henry whispered into her ear, “Dakota Avenue, we need to go down Dakota Avenue.”
Sure enough it worked! “We need to go down Dakota Avenue”, the driver said. As they pulled up and unloaded, the first house they came to was the Jenkins house. “Let’s sing Silent Night!”, someone said. 19 year old Luke ran up the steps to ring the doorbell, and the group started singing, “Silent Night, Holy night…..”
Inside Caroline was startled, but headed for the door, Jessica and Jasmine ran, yelling, “Who is it Mommy??” Caroline didn’t know who it was, but popped a mint in her mouth to cover the smell of alcohol.
As she opened the door, the music pierced Caroline’s heart with both pain and joy. It was her husband Tom’s favorite Christmas carol. Tears began streaming down her face, Jessica said, “Mommy?” By the middle of the song Caroline broke down, not able to contain the grief any longer. She fell to her knees, crying and wailing.
Henry Vu watched from a rooftop across the street, realizing it was not over yet. The carolers stopped. They prayed quietly, and one of their group rushed to Caroline’s side. Linda Cunningham had compassion the size an ocean, and said, “What is it sweetheart?” The response broke everyone’s heart. “My husband is dead!!!” There was more wailing, Linda held her, and began weeping herself. She knew what grief could do to a person. Linda’s husband had died just one year ago, from cancer.
As Henry Vu watched the two women continue to talk on the doorstep, he received instructions for his next assignment. It was an emergency at Memorial Hospital, and he would have to leave immediately. 5 month old Pedro Martinez was fighting for his life, in the Neo Natal ICU. Henry started that way and said, “This is going to be a tough one.”
To be continued.
Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”