My grandma was in the hospital. Her liver shut down; the hospital made funeral arrangements and I went into the hospital with a gold pin of an angel. I went to Mercy Hospital, went into the room, and my grandma was sleeping. She was dying. I stood above her and said, “Grandma, you will live, God said you will.”
I put the pin on her gown. The next morning, the hospital called my family, and said, “Lillie is fine; there is nothing wrong with her. She is ready to go home.” My family asked the doctor, “What happened?” The doctor said, “All we know is someone put a pin of a angel on her gown. She is fine; nothing is wrong with her. She is ready to go home; her liver is fine.” Now I believe in angels. The angel pin was given to me when I lost my daughter in 1999.