It was the 20th of July this year, around 3 AM, when I felt an excruciating pain in my belly. I initially thought it was due to excessive eating the night before, so I took it as some sort of LBM. At the time, I was the only female in a group of five. We were on an official trip in a city around 300 kilometers away from home. I was alone in my rented room. To lessen the pain, I kept going in and out of the rest room. The pain worsened, and I began to vomit. The only recourse I had was to send an sms to our official driver so that he could drop by the pharmacy and buy me some pain relievers. But that would be around 3 hours more before he drops by and fetch me. I dialled my sister's phone at past 4. I knew it was a wee hour, but I had to talk to somebody. Her voice made me relax, and somehow, I knew she was praying for me. she suggested I go to the hospital immediately. After the call, I sent another sms to our driver to let him know I needed to be brought to the hospital. The pain has become unbearable. I was restless. But just the same, I prepared my things that I would bring with me. At 6 AM, I heard a knock at my door. I took a few steps to open the door, bagly tightly clutched. I begged our driver to please bring me to the hospital...I didn't know what happened next. I just felt dizzy, the throbbing pain just worsened.

Moments later, I heard people talking. I knew I was already in a hospital because someone wkept poking a finger at my belly, asking me if I felt anything. I answered basic questions and was wheeled to the ER. (I later learned I was lucky that the doctor was in).

I woke up inside a room feeling better. I was dazed, but there were no more signs of that painful experience. The next day, tests were made. Initial findings were LBM, gallstones in my bladder and kidney infection. I was given lots and lots of antibacterial drugs and antibiotics. On the third day, I felt well.

Despite being in a place where I knew no one, people whom I met only in official gatherigns were there for me. They made me feel at home, comfortable and at ease. Luckily, the love of my life travelled just to be there for me. This experience is unexpected, and my bills were higher that what my purse yielded. I was worried. But I kept praying and casting all my burdes to God. On the 4th day, I was allowed to go home. I prayed so hard that that morning for angels and divine intervention. I tried to ask from a colleague, Ynette, if she had cash. And she said she had some spare money to lend me. Another new friend visited me -- my sister's co-worker. She went her way to talk to hospital officials to give me discounts. It was granted. That day, I felt God was working for me. And I could'nt be grateful enough. My thoughts and heart were praising Him endlessly.

I know someday it would be my turn to return the favor of doing something exptra special for others, without waiting for anything in return. And I'd gladly do it if only to give back all the glory and praises to God.

It is true. Good surpasses evil. There are more people in this world who have pure hearts. I met some of them in my time of distress. It gives me the creeps until now thinking how God, in his mightiness, sent angels to work for me. To Him I give back all praises and honor.

To those people who have touched my life, Thank you. May you be blessed a thousand fold for the goodness you have showered upon me. Sis, thanks!

True enough, angels need not have wings... they are in our sides, waiting.