Surrounded by Angels
Judy Conlin
With all the evil in the world, there is still a lot of love and caring. I am probably the luckiest old (Oh, I hate that word. Let’s start over). I am probably the luckiest mature little lady in the world; I have lived here for 40 years but I have always been so busy. My job had me flying all over plus I had side jobs and friends and hobbies and was hardly ever home. My home also is off the beaten path with no close neighbors. I never attended the functions at the pavilion, and I never really got to know anyone in our beautiful community. My friends were my workmates mostly from the big city of Tallahassee. I was busy and independent and happy. My life has been full of tragedy, but I really have mostly always been happy.
After many retirements from many jobs, I picked up other jobs and I always kept writing books and writing for the newspaper, which I still do today.
As I MATURED, I couldn’t manage everything as I had in the past. That’s when I learned that no man (or woman) is an island. That is when I also found out there are angels all around us. There are angel neighbors who will drive to my house to help me with the computer or the TV since new technology always evades me. I have neighbors who will spend an afternoon playing Yahtzee with me over a cup of tea. I have neighbors who will cut up and remove trees from across my driveway or ones that have fallen and took out my mailbox. I have neighbors I have never known who are walking by as I try to get my garbage into that huge garbage can. They will stop and say, “let me help you with that,” and they do.
I have an angel at the post office who helps me get through Christmas mailings and tells me the best way to get legal papers sent. I have an angel at the insurance office who notarized all the papers I needed when my patient moved down here and then helped me through all the legalities I had to confront upon his death. She doesn’t take a dime, sends me greeting cards for every occasion, and tells me I can call on her anytime for anything. I didn’t even know one of my theater friends lived in my neighborhood. She let me know and became an angel, driving me around looking at new homes and always being so helpful. I have a handyman and his wife who have been on call for me for the past many years-replacing light bulbs, moving and hauling stuff and doing whatever is needed. If they don’t hear from me, they call to make sure I’m okay. When I had covid, they left food on the porch for me.
They tell me they aren’t company, they’re kin. I love them dearly. I have a new gardener who was first hired to paint some chairs for me. He did a beautiful job but didn’t want to take the money to do it.”
It’s a Mother’s Day gift,” I made him take his pay and later hired him as a gardener. What a lucky day that was for me. He has glued broken bird baths, bleached concrete ornaments, trimmed bushes, cleared walkways, attached drainage hoses, and so much more. He washed my storage shed and has plans to do so much more. He feels like a son to me. He works so hard.
I have angels at Dale Earnhardt Chevrolet, including salesmen and a manager. They make everything as easy for me as possible, and the manager comes to see me when I am doing theater. I am not always an angelic client, but they remain steadfast and keep checking to make sure all is going well.
The home physiotherapists I had were angels. Besides putting me through my paces they chatted with me like we were old friends, and when I got discharged this week, the manage named my new car for me and promised she will be at the theater in November to see me in my radio show. I’m not holding her to that promise as her baby is due about the same time but we’ll see.
My realtor was an angel. She drove me around for months looking for the perfect spot for me to downsize. We became good friends. She invited me to her house the night my patient died. She didn’t fuss when I decided to stay put and not move after all her work. She wished the best for me, and we still are the best of friends. My hairdresser is an angel who looks out for me, makes sure I get in and out of their building safely, gives me advice, and runs out to my car to get an umbrella or anything else I might have forgotten. She really does look out for me. Faith Funeral Home were angels. They helped make life easier and hand delivered things to my home when I was so very upset and busy. How could I ever have contemplated moving. I am right where I need to be, I don’t have one guardian angel. I am surrounded by guardian angels. Thanks, y’all.
More later,
Nurse Judy, a mature little lady
www.nursejudyinfo.com
P.S. there are just too many of you angels for me to mention you all but know that I
appreciate you and love you all.
