Angels of new year |

Angels of new year

On New Year’s Eve, I was two days into recovery from open heart surgery in a Sacramento hospital.

I was in a sort of goofball world of pain medication around midnight when I felt a soft touch on my arm, a soft light came on and when I opened my eyes, two pretty nurses were standing there with a small bottle of sparkling cider and some plastic wine glasses. In my half-awake state of mind I thought “Well, after 30 years of active duty in the Marine Corps, including three wars, I guess this is the end of the line … but what the hell, if it’s time to go this is really not such an unpleasant way to check out.” We toasted the new year and then I faded back into sedation. Next morning, Jan. 1, I awakened to realize that I didn’t die after all. Actually those two ladies launched me into a new year and a whole new phase of the rest of my life. What a beautiful gesture to an old “burnt out” Marine. To you ladies, whomever you are, wherever you are – thank you, I love you, and God bless you.

Charlie Harrison

Cedar Ridge

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