My mother had carcinoma of the liver and got along very well with it for eight years. Then one afternoon she lost her balance and fell on the lawn. She passed away three weeks later. She spent the last couple of weeks in a long term care facility in their hospice ward. I spent as much time with her as I could. My father had passed away eight years earlier and I am an only child, so I was alone with her much of the time.
One afternoon when I was with her she needed to get to the bathroom. She was far to weak to be able to go alone so I rang for the nurse. No answer. I went out into the hall to try and find someone but the hall was empty, except for an older fellow dressed in workman’s clothes walking towards me.
“Need some help?” he asked me.
I explained the situation and he told me he had some experience with this kind of thing. He helped me get my mom up and to the bathroom, and then back into bed. As he was leaving I told him how incredibly grateful I was. He stopped by the door and looked at me with a smile.
“I’m always glad to help a fellow High Priest.” Then he left.
I hurried to the door to ask him how he knew I was a High Priest , but the hall was empty.
I had never before seen this fellow, and have never seen him again.
Nice job!