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I went to her room, and she looked just beautiful. <strong>The</strong> tracheotomy tube had been removed<br />
and she was breathing nicely. Her color was good.<br />
When I stepped into her room, she threw up her arms and cried, "Irene, come here."<br />
I went to her bedside.<br />
She threw her arms around me and said, "O Irene, can you ever forgive me? To think that I<br />
treated you as I did! We used to laugh at you. You were the subject of much joking and ridicule in<br />
our home, and now God used you to save my life."<br />
What a wonderful reunion we had! I told her how the Lord had helped me and how He had<br />
given me wisdom as to which instruments to hand to the doctors.<br />
After Mrs. Weiss left the hospital, I began to go to her home and I thank the Lord that this<br />
dear little friend of mine was saved. Before many months -- it was not long -- the Lord took her<br />
home, for not all the cancer had been removed. How glad I am I was there that day in recovery<br />
room to help her.<br />
* * * * * * *<br />
12<br />
"MOTHER SUPERIOR" WINS A RABBI<br />
I had received my Saturday-morning assignment -- about eight patients to care for on<br />
medical floor. Some days previously, as I had gone up and down the corridor on this floor, I<br />
noticed a closed door with a "No Visitors" sign on it. In this room was a rabbi whose father I had<br />
known well. Once the father had threatened that he would wring my neck because several of his<br />
congregation had found the Lord Jesus Christ through my witnessing. <strong>This</strong> rabbi son had a brilliant<br />
mind and a wonderful reputation for being a fine, moral, and very orthodox man. O how I wanted<br />
to get into that room and witness to him! I heard he had had a heart attack and also a slight stroke.<br />
When I saw his private duty nurse leave the room, I took a chance and went in. His wife<br />
and others could have been there, and I could have been called on the carpet for entering, but no<br />
one was there. I went to his bedside and quickly began to tell him about Jesus, but I got no<br />
response. He was in an unconscious state and did not respond even with the flicker of an eyelid.<br />
Nevertheless, I continued to tell him about the Lord and then hurried out of the room.<br />
Now this Saturday morning in my assignment for the day I noticed that he was to be one of<br />
the patients I was to care for. He had been moved to another room, and evidently was much better<br />
or he would not have been out from under the care of a special-duty nurse. I was so thrilled with<br />
the anticipation of getting to talk with the rabbi that I forgot I was to feed him at eight o'clock when<br />
the trays came around. I was hurrying to take care of the other seven patients, feeding those who<br />
needed to be fed, bathing those who needed to be bathed, assisting them where they needed to be<br />
assisted and changing their linens quickly so I could spend the rest of my time with the rabbi.