It was late evening on Christmas day and it was raining. I took my mother back to her retirement complex then decided to drive home on the back road instead of the highway. It’s a pretty desolate road for about two and a half kilometres, especially in the gloom of a wet evening
As I drove I passed a nurse. She was elegant as she walked tall in her uniform and carried a bright stripped umbrella. My immediate reaction was pity that she had to walk in the rain, and on Christmas day. I felt a flash of guilt as I drove past.
The voices in my head spoke to my gut and told me to turn around and give her a lift. “But this is South Africa, we don’t do that here”, I argued back. The further I drove the more I was compelled to turn around and fetch her. Eventually I could ignore the feeling no more.
As I reached her, I called to her through the open window, I was by now going in the opposite direction. “I have to give you a lift” I said. She looked surprised then smiled as I did a U-turn in the middle of the empty road. As she climbed gracefully into the car and told me that it took her an hour to walk to work and that she was grateful for the ride. She even called me an angel, which I strongly refuted.
As I dropped her off at the hospital some part of me knew that she had to arrive early, that she had to be there then. It was just feeling of accomplishment, of having done something right. I know nothing else, just that the angels used me.
I was introduced to nutrition as a small child when my mom used it to treat an ulcer. Since then I've been interested in supplements, healthy eating, reflexology, shiatsu, energy work and Traditional Chinese Medicine.