By 7:15am the nuclear medicine tech had injected a radiotracer into my vein, and told me to come back around 9am for the scan. I headed for breakfast, but realized I had a different kind of thirst, so I walked over to one of my favorite sacred spaces in Mays Clinic the Water Wall. A young man was standing there, and we talked briefly, and I walked away still thirsty. Halfway down the sky bridge I heard someone calling, and turned to find the young man, “Mr, out of your heart flow’s the river of life”. We hugged, and then he was gone, as I stood with tears streaming down my face realizing I’d been touched by an angel. Listen to your heart today.
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