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Country Doctorby Leonard Day
Several months ago I received an envelope containing segments from a journal dating from the
turn of the century. The journal is that of country doctor J.S. Brown, who settled in North
Carolina. It is fascinating and details some angel encounters that Dr. Brown witnessed during
his practice. Below you will find one such encounter.
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An urgent telephone message gave me definite instructions on how to find the house. It was located
at the far end of what seemed like an endless lonesome road.
An agitated man hailed me. "Who sent you out here? I did not send for you and I'm not going to pay
you for coming."
I replied, "I received a call from someone that you are in need of help. I don't know who sent the
call to me. Are you or your wife sick?"
Pointing his gun, he replied, "My wife, she is laying in the bed in a puddle of blood. I did not
call you and you'd better remember that I am not going to pay you." Then he stood in front of the
"Do you want me to see her?" I asked.
Stepping aside he answered, "Go see her if you want to, but I am not going to pay you."
When I went to her bedside, he pointed his gun at me, cocked it and said, "Don't you hurt her! If
you do, I'll shoot you."
I checked the woman and found her to be near to death from hemorrhaging due to the onset of a
miscarriage. I found some warm water, scrubbed up and cared for her. Several times during my
assistance, he asked her, "Is he hurting you?" Her answer was always a calm, "No."
Before I departed the critical bedside, he asked me how much gasoline I had used on my trip to his
house, indicating that he might come by and pay for that. He never did and I never thought it
would be worth the risk to collect the fifteen cent gas account in exchange for a load of buck-shot.
Yet, as I write this, I know that a guardian angel had called me to the end of a lonesome road to
help someone in need.