Tanya Ashworth/AZ, CO

She Came Down From Heaven on Angels Wings

Parents live in a perpetual state of apprehension when raising a teenager with a newly acquired driver’s license.

Our son was involved in a car accident shortly after getting his driver’s license. The car was full of revel rousing teens out to have some fun. This time the driver was one of my son’s friends that had also recently acquired his license. Their car ran off the road. The only person hurt was on the passenger side where the car was embedded into a tree. The passenger was my son. The other kids ran for help while Clint lay unconscious, bleeding and not breathing.

I was sitting at my desk when the phone rang. Sometimes you wonder what it would be like to receive that dreaded phone call saying that someone you love has died or is injured. Well, this was that phone call. It was as if time stopped. From the time that I put the phone down until the time that I was standing in the hospital, that space of time never seemed to exist.

The hospital staff allowed me into the emergency room, which I found odd, but appreciated. I stood beside my unconscious son. He had a hole in his lung which they were successful at getting closed off in time without any damage occurring. It was just me and my son in the room.

When the nurses came back into the room I squished myself up against a wall trying to appear as small as possible, like a fly on the wall, so that they would not tell me to go away. And I was getting away with it until this lady comes strolling in as if it were a coffee shop where people casually come and go. She was wearing street clothes (not hospital attire) and carrying a lime green purse. She wanted to talk to me and that I found highly irritating as I was attempting to be incognito. She told me that she was at the scene of the accident when it occurred and that she was able to breathe air into my son to keep him alive. That was all she said and then she left.

Several days later my son came home from the hospital but had to remain in bed on his back for quite some time. He asked me to buy him a guitar. Actually, he was desperate for a guitar. He told me that he had a song in his head and he had to get it out. He had never played a guitar but here he was wanting to be a composer.

He did learn to play the guitar lying on his back and he did write the song that was aching to come out. It is a beautiful song. The lyrics of the song tell about a woman that “came down from heaven on angel’s wings, breathed in me and made me sing.”

I had never mentioned the woman with the green purse to my son. Later I asked the other kids in the car about her. None of them ever saw her. She was right there with Clint until the ambulance came but they never saw her? That was odd.

Then I went back to the hospital and talked to some of the emergency nurses on duty that day. Why was the woman allowed into the room and who was she? The nurses had never seen her, because of security reasons the woman would never have been allowed into the room and they did not know anyone that fit the description.

Not having any other source of information to go on I eventually asked my son about her. He had no idea who I was talking about.

Having a lack of information regarding the woman’s identity I have decided to just go along with the lyrics of the song, “she came down from heaven on angel’s wings, touched my son and made him sing.”