Do earth angels really exist? is a story I wrote about, Marvin Good, a young man and his nurse I met at a hospital many years ago while doing volunteer work in college with the People Who Care Club. She told me that she learned so much from him and that if angels could be human that Marvin was an earth angel. I wrote the story based on visits there and from notes that I took from conversations I had with his nurse. I have changed part of their names for privacy reasons. Every time I think about that special unusual young man I weep tears of joy for the honor and privilege to have met such a special soul, and I weep tears of for sorrow because I miss him so much!
People were always drawn to Marvin. How could they not be? There was just something special about him. Nurse Sarah Jones gently tip-toed into the hospital room. She was carrying a small cake, a candle with the numbers 16 on it, and a big red helium balloon. Marvin loved balloons. He once told her that his fantasy was to grab a big handful of balloons and to float all the way to Heaven. Sarah did not really believe in heaven or God; she had witnessed too many hardships and tragedies that hardened her heart. Life was a daily struggle. She simply had no time to think about a mighty supreme being that probably did not exist, and if he did then why was the world in such a mess? Still, she admired and respected Marvin’s beliefs and she loved listening to him. He always had a big twinkle in his eyes and cheerful things to say. No matter how bad he felt or when the coughing fits came, Marvin still managed to spread cheer and to tell a few jokes.
Sarah set the cake on the stand and tied the balloon next to it. She looked at Marvin. His eyes were closed. His Bible was next to him. “That boy will read the scriptures and say his prayers until the day he dies. Even though she never read the Bible she loved hearing Marvin recite passages and he would make some very astute comments as well. She had even come to like the Twenty-Third Psalm and its poetic lyrical beauty. She looked at him. Sleeping like a baby, are we? Well, you do need your beauty rest, handsome man.”
Marvin looked as peaceful as a newborn baby. “Let him rest,” she said softly. “Maybe sleep will give him some strength. The last few days he had not slept well, and the doctor had forbidden her to increase the dosage of his sleeping medicine. And his coughing had gotten worse. “It’s not fair,” she said, then put her hand over her mouth, not wanting to awaken Marvin. He’s not even eighteen yet and he contracts bone cancer and tuberculosis. She looked at Marvin’s head; he was nearly bald and he was losing more weight. Sarah had watched her grand mother waste away to cancer ten years ago. She wondered why she was having to go through this again.”
“Stop feeling sorry for yourself, girl,” she said, wiping away tears. “Marvin is the one who suffers and you dare to indulge in self pity.” She put the cake in the small refrigerator. Marvin loved chocolate ice-cream and his mother decided that he needed to have it whenever he wanted. The truth was that Marvin’s appetite had reduced enormously in the past month. He would give the ice-cream to his fellow patients who liked to stop by and say hello to the young man with the sunshine smile and big twinkle in his eyes. Several of the older women on the cancer ward called him God’s little earth angel.
This always infuriated Sarah because from the way she looked at it, how could a God, if he did exist, allow such a beautiful sweet young man to suffer so much? And what made it more heartbreaking was that Marvin never complained. How could one bear such suffering and not become bitter? It made no sense to her. When she would sometimes break down and cry, Marvin would take a handkerchief out of the drawer and wipe her tears, saying, “Now Sarah, Jones, you dry it up right now. Everything is fine. I will go home to be with God when he calls me. There is nothing we can do about it. So you just take that sad look off your face right this instant.” He would sometimes take out his clown makeup cream and draw a big smiley face on her face and tell her funny stories. She always wound up laughing. 757 angel number
Marvin had big dreams of being a professional writer. Even when the coughing fits struck or the terrible headaches came, he would take out his tablet and jot down a few verses, a poem, or some limericks. Sarah wondered where he got the ideas that he jotted down. Yes, Marvin was talented, and why would a God let such talent go to waste?
She wanted to ask Marvin about that sometime and she would. But not yet. First Marvin had to get stronger and hopefully the cancer would go into remission. The doctors said there was a fifty-fifty chance; that we had to cross our fingers and take it one day at a time. And if we believed in prayer, a few prayers could never hurt. Sarah would almost gulp, but she refrained from showing her displeasure at hearing any mention of God.
She put the cake in the refrigerator beside the two pints of haggandas chocolate. She started walking away but noticed the tablet next to his arm. Marvin had invited her to read his tablet anytime, but she did not feel right about doing that. Sometimes he would read things that he wrote, but to just take his tablet and read was just not appropriate. For some reason she found herself walking back towards Marvin. He was breathing softly. She felt his forehead. His fever had gone down. He is probably having one of his flying dreams, she thought. Maybe I will buy him a big bunch of balloons so he can fly to Heaven. He is so convincing when he says that in his child- like tone of voice. Sarah gently reached for the tablet and opened it. She skimmed some poems and one page was full of smiley faces. Under each one Marvin had written God is Love and he loves you! Then she turned the next page and came upon something much longer. “My,” she sighed. “He has written a story and he wrote it all today. Goodness sakes, dear me. I guess he got a second wind or something.” She looked at the title and date that he had printed with a fine point red marker. A Letter To God by Marvin Sanders. “Okay, Marvin,” she whispered, “I am finally taking you up on your offer to read from your tablet.” She sat in the chair beside Marvin’s bed and read.