I really hate Sundays. Why do they always have to turn out so bad? First thing this morning I tripped and fell; now my 87 year old body is lying in a hospital bed waiting for some uncaring doctor to say when I am allowed to return home. Not that I have anything to return home to, but at least then I could sleep in my own bed.
At 87 years of age you would think I would have someone, family, friends, even acquaintances I’ve made though these many years, someone that will come see me. I know that no one will come. I have no family. My parents have passed many years ago. There is this empty space I have never felt before….
These thoughts pour over and over in my mind. Not only am I bored and lonely, but this cell type atmosphere of the room does not help any at all. Stark white walls and cold white tiles are all that I can see. The smell of rubbing alcohol drifts into my room. I want to turn my head and see if someone has entered but my back hurts too bad to move.
“Who’s there?” I grunt out.
“Hello Mr. Green! I am Nurse Colley and I will be taking care of you this afternoon.” She walks closer to the bed and I can see her without moving. She’s a nice young lady, well, young to me anyway. She’s probably in her 40s. Her attitude is way too happy for my liking though. Maybe if I don’t talk she’ll get her job done and leave.
I am wrong.
“Mr. Green, it looks like everything is going well here. I am sorry you are at the hospital on such a lovely day but I’ll do my best to make you comfortable. Is there anything else I can get for you?” she politely asks.
“No, just take your happy attitude and go bother someone else.” I say through clenched teeth. Maybe she will leave me alone. Now that she is here I almost miss my quiet solitude.
Nurse Colley smiles and looks almost angelic.
“As long as you don’t need anything Mr. Green, I will check on you later tonight.” She gets her charts and quietly leaves the room.
Later that night, my mind still wanders back to Nurse Colley. She must really be used to ornery patients to be nice to me. I believe this is the closest I have been to actually being impressed with someone.
Nurse Colley comes in a few minutes later to give me pain medication. This time I actually am pleased to see her smiling at me.
“Hello Mr. Green! You look much better tonight!” she says chirpily. She looks at me and smiles again. “Mr. Green, I need to ask something as a concerned person, not as a nurse. If something would have gone wrong during your fall do you know for certain where you would be right now?” She stares intently at my eyes.
The smile falls from my face as I realize I am now being preached to. “Young lady, I don’t believe in such things. Good night.” I yank the covers up to my neck and close my eyes.
“It is just something I want you to think about Mr. Green.” Nurse Colley picks up her charts to leave the room. That is good. I don’t want to hear any more sermons than I have already. She speaks again, quietly, tearfully, and with much emotion. “Both Heaven and Hell are real. Everyone needs to know for certain where they will spend eternity, Mr. Green. In heaven, there is no emptiness.” She closes the door and the emptiness is back with me, only larger somehow.
It is now Monday afternoon. This morning I had a new nurse, a heavy set man named John. When I asked him about Nurse Colley his face turned ashen. The few patients who have seen her died within a week. I thought he meant she was a murderer. Turns out she is not a nurse. She just appears to patients and always asks about their eternal state, right before they meet their eternal state.
I called a pastor to meet me at 3pm today. I have some questions I need answered. It appears I need them answered quickly.
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