Angel in White Shrimp Boots

Angel in White Shrimp Boots

It had started out as a normal day which meant night for me. I had worked all night on the Crisis and Detox Unit. I was very tired. It had been a strange evening and I was so looking forward to going to bed.
There was only one problem, I knew I could not. I had a previous engagement with a friend of mine who was scheduled to speak at my daughter’s class.
We did not need to be there till eleven so I called my friend Denise and asked her to give me a 10 o’clock wake up call. That would have given me enough time to take a power nap and still pick her up in time.
I laid down but could not go to sleep. I had this burning desire to go to my friend’s house.
I got up and went over there.
About 15 minutes after my arrival she got a phone call. Denise answered it then yelled out, "Oh my God!"
She started to hang the phone up. I immediately grabbed the receiver and asked the lady on the other end. "What is going on"?
Denise had walked into her bedroom and was crying. The lady had informed me that she was the secretary at Denise's husband’s job. He did construction and was building a huge gazebo type building out on the waterfront where they dock the shrimp boats.
"There has been an accident on the job site and he has fallen," she informed me.
I could tell by her voice it was serious. I asked how bad of an accident it was. She then told me pretty serious and that Denise needed to be at the hospital ASAP.
I tried to calm Denise down. After what felt like an eternity, I finally got her in the car, picked her sister in law up and headed towards the hospital.
I dropped them off at the front door of the Emergency Room and then parked.
I found Denise in the ER sitting next to this blonde man. He was about 5’8’ skinny, long wavy golden blonde hair that came to his shoulders. He was wearing a white t -shirt that looked sparkling new, and an orange neon safety vest with clean blue jeans. I remember thinking to myself what a beautiful man he was but why is he wearing clean white shrimp boots. Around here you do not see clean shrimp boots unless they just came out of the box.
We then were called to the back.
We found out that the cable had broken on the crane that was lifting the steeple onto the gazebo. It had hit the scaffolding that her husband and coworker were on.
David (Denise's husband) had fallen 40 feet onto his shoulder then face first into the only piece of concrete on the whole job site. The other man had fallen on the roof. He had a few bruises but was fine.
They were planning on starting emergency brain surgery on David. The doctors did not think he would live. He had shattered every bone from his shoulders up. The prognosis did not look good.
As David was in surgery Denise looked over at me and asked where the blonde headed shrimper was.
I asked, "Who are you talking about"
She replied," You know the blonde headed guy with the shrimp boots that was sitting next to me in the waiting room."
I then remembered who she was talking about.
Denise went on to say," He was so nice for comforting me. He told me he had seen the whole thing and carried David down through the whole fall.” He also said, “I was there for him on the ground and took care of him. I had to turn his head when he fell so that he would not choke. If I hadn’t he would have died. He then started going into shock and started to shake. I saw he was cold so I put a rain coat over him to keep him warm. Your husband is going to be ok."
After hearin this, I went out to the waiting room but the shrimper was no longer there. I asked the receptionist if she had seen where he had gone.
She looked at me and said there had not been anyone there except for us. She was very adamant that no one fitting that description had been there.
I went back to Denise who now had a lot of family and David's coworkers there.
Denise had asked the boss who the blonde headed shrimper was. He just looked at her and said, “No one was there by that description.”
I then asked, “Had there been any shrimpers around when this happened?
The crew all said no just us; all the shrimp boats were out.
Denise and I just looked at each other in amazement because we knew what we had seen. I remembered I had talked with him also. He told me he had carried David down and that he would be ok. I saw him hug Denise and just sit there as we walked away.
The paramedics had stuck around because the driver had known David and the family. Denise went to talk with the paramedic to find out what had taken place. The paramedic had told Denise that when they got there they had seen the blonde headed shrimper. David was being moved and started to come to. He was in shock, started to get combative fighting all the paramedics and broke the straps on the gurney. They tried to put IV’s in him but David would pull them out as soon as they put them in.
At this point they could not calm him down and realized they did not even have anyone to drive the ambulance. It was taking all three of them and couldn’t hold David down.
The blonde head man had walked up and put the IV’s back in as if he was a medical worker. He then vertically laid across David’s body, calmed him down and put his hands on the bottom of the gurney using his body as a restraint. The blonde headed man had now freed up the paramedics and they were able to take David to the hospital.
The paramedics nick named David “The Raging Bull”
While at the hospital the blond headed man was then asked by a paramedic how he knew to do all this. He answered, “I was an EMT in California and have been trained for this.” He then walked away.
Now as a note from author the time span on this was the exact time blonde man was talking with Denise in the waiting room explaining to her what had happened.
Years and so many surgeries later David lived and is able to work again.
That within itself is a miracle
BUT what about the blonde man in the clean white shrimp boots.
No one could ever answer our questions about whom or where he was. All they could say was David fell and no one else was around him. The only people that had gotten close to David were the supervisor and paramedics. The work crew had never seen the blonde man. Only the paramedics had stated they saw him. Even with the work crew standing right there.
The work crew members and everyone that had any affiliation with this accident checked in with Denise on David’s prognosis.
Everyone except for our blonde headed hero.
Denise felt appreciation for this man and wanted to thank him. She went to the docks and asked all the shrimp boat captains if they had a worker that fit that description. They all denied that they had.
Denise put an ad in the paper asking this person to contact her, but he never did.
As the blonde man sat there we must describe what he looked like again. Remember he was wearing everything clean but later we find out he had been laying on top of David which was all bloody, muddy, with concrete residue and pebbles all over him.
Why did this man not have a dirt or blood spot on him?
Why did he not look ruffled after this ordeal?
How could he have been talking with the paramedic and us at the same time?
These are questions that might never be answered. Not till we get to heaven.
All I can say, we saw an angel in white shrimp boots that day.

PS:
A minister had told his story in his sermon about a year later. He stated that he was not there and had only used the words that were given to him but when he told the story he was glowing and the congregation was captivated. He stated that there is no doubt in his mind that this was an angel.

Debbi Denis (c) 2006

Story ID:	311
Written by:	Debbi Denis (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Story
Location:	SE Ga USA
Year:	1996
Person:	David & Denise