Angels are messengers from God...

While attending a wedding mass one day, my mobile phone was vibrating. It was in a silent mode though. As we were seated for the homily, I discreetly opened my phone and read the message. "Emergency. Please proceed to the government hospital right after this mass. Someone is dying and he needs to see you before anything else happens".

I was so nervous. Tried to figure out who among the relatives were sick lately or any friends that were admitted to the hospital. I could not contain my confusion. Maybe this person must be a dear relative... why... of all people he has asked of me by his deathbed.

My auntie was sitting next to me in church... looking at me with questioning eyes. My hands were getting cold. But how could I tell her. I don't even know who this person is. I braved to finish the wedding ceremony. After extending our best wishes to the newly weds, I scurried my auntie outside the church and told her, "We need to go home. There is an emergency".

Arriving home, my Auntie blurted out, "Now what... we could have gone to the reception. Look, we don't even have the wedding give-aways." I couldn't argue with her anymore as I was already trembling. Then I told her. "Someone is dying in the hospital and he is asking for me... myself... he wants see me personally. But, honestly, I don't know who this person is."

We proceeded to the hospital without even changing our creamy white church dress. Asking the Information nurse, we were directed to the Communicable Diseases ward. At the back of my mind, there was some hesitation... but because this person has asked for me... never mind.

It was almost dark and the ward was empty except for one bed in the corner. As we approached nearer, I saw a thin old man sleeping in a fetal position. He was hard of breathing. Then he opened his eyes... and looked at us. Horrorified... looking at us intently, he said his prayers aloud. "Lord, I am ready to go. Thank you for the angels you sent me." Then he closed his eyes. Oh my God, who could he could he be. Now, he is already gone, how could I ask him.

These were the thoughts running in my mind, when suddenly, someone was tapped my shoulder. She introduced herself as the guardian of the patient.

I asked her, who is this person and why did she asked for me. She answered, your name was in his diary and he instructed me to look for you. Then, the lady asked me, "when did you arrive... did you take the boat or the plane? I answered, "no, I live here. I was in church when I received your call. Then , it was the lady's turn to look at me intently, and exclaimed..."Sorry.. . I am really sorry, Maam. You are not the person that he is looking for. He was asking for his first wife, an old one, like him. There was a misunderstanding... maybe because you have the same first name. Ahhhhhhh.......

On our way home, we were silent... then my auntie asked, "why did that guddam person mistook us for angels?" Recovering from shock.....remembering... we look at our church dresses... then we burst out laughing..... until we almost lost our breath. That was one incident I could not forget in my whole life.