"I Had a Dream..."
I don't know if this story is true. I just don't, and I never will.
I was sick, very sick in 1975 or so. I had jaundiced, my temperature was over 103, so tired, exhausted, chills, fever, then perspiring. Still, I tried to work, but for the first time in my life, I was defeated.
I was taken to the hospital by a friend and I don't even remember going to the emergency room. I was admitted and was unconscious for 2 days. I did wake in the afternoon with a cool soothing feeling on my forehead.
Someone was patting my brow, ever so gently. I was so tired and weak, but I managed to open my eyes, and I looked at the lady. She smiled. More compresses. So nice, so very nice. "Thanks", I barely whispered. "Your welcome, honey."
I opened my eyes again. Exhaling hard and trying to breathe, I managed to say, "you look like ...like, ....Ethel Merman" to which she replied, "and you look like one very sick boy." I answered, "small world, isn't it?" and drifted off again.
Still, I felt the cool compresses as this angel started humming, "Dee dee, dee dee, dah dah dah, dee, dee...Small and funny and fine."
Years later, I read that Ethel Merman worked as a hospital volunteer. Could it have been? I would like it to have been, but I just don't know.
I do know, though, that every time I listen to that voice, I get a chill and a warm feeling at the same time.