3/14/18
He was 2 years old … dark blue, limp as a rag doll in my arms. I rushed as quickly and safely as I dared to the 2nd floor Intensive Care Unit. He was still “breathing” at 40 times a minute with shallow gasps… I wondered how long he was for this world.
Why I was alone with him running up the stairs and through the halls I cannot remember but it had been on one of my winter ER shifts in a small Northern Chicago Hospital that he had been suddenly thrust at me by a frantic parent coming in from the freezing cold. I was sure he would not last the night.
Time Travelling with a Guardian Angel 