Angelic Stranger



June 3^rd, 2011

　
While being in the Windy City the end of May I became ill with an upper respiratory infection. I spent the three days resting in our room while my spouse attended a convention and rallying enough to attend the evening functions. On the day of departure, I called the Bellman to take our luggage to the parking area. He was compassionate when he realized I was wheezing and not feeling well. He walked slowly with me to the elevator on the twelfth floor to meet my husband in the lobby. The elevator stopped twice for others and when they entered they heard this loud wheezing, purring old Lioness in the corner of the elevator. No one looked at her as she tried to stifle a cough rumbling to escape. I felt they were holding their breath so as not to inhale unknown germs. As we walked through the lobby, the Bellman and her balding mate continued along as she leaned against the wall allowing the pent up cough escape. On the next elevator standing next to her balding mate, he was unaware of her presence.
The tall young Bellman with dark curly hair seated her in the waiting area and took the luggage outside. Coming back in he briefly waved and continued on his way. Then stopping he returned to the wheezing old Lioness and reached out his hand to her. As she lifted her hand towards his, their eyes met and his heart and soul touched hers.
On the four-hour drive home, she thought often of the Angelic Stranger and his compassion.

Kathy Travis