| S USUAL, I REPORTED to work early to waken residents 
              on my unit and get them dressed for the day. A co-worker told me 
              that Elizie, a CHRISTUS St. Josephs Home resident I had cared 
              for before, was doing poorly and expected to die soon. I feared 
              being around people in that condition, and at first, refused to 
              go and see her. As I walked away, a soft and comforting voice said 
              to me, “Go to her. You are my child. She needs you and this 
              is your calling.”  I glanced around and the halls were empty. I smiled 
              and said, “Yes, Father.”  I 
              walked to Elizies room and greeted her. Then I told her that 
              I would return shortly to read to her. She nodded her head. I felt 
              better already after stopping in to see her.
 I completed my work that day, and then told my supervisors 
              and co-workers where they could find me if they needed me. I went 
              to Elizies room once again. I searched for a Bible, but couldnt 
              find one, so I went to ask Sister Elisabeth for one. I quickly returned 
              to Elizies room and began reading Bible scriptures. She seemed 
              relaxed and smiled. It was as though she could actually visualize 
              what I was reading about. I held Elizies hand and talked to her as though 
              nothing were wrong. Later, I heard a voice saying, “Well done, 
              my child.” When it was time to transfer Elizie to the hospital, 
              I stayed with her until the attendants came to pick her up. “Goodbye,” 
              I said, and she nodded at me. Later that day, she passed away. I felt sad, but relieved for her. Then, the next 
              day, I heard the same voice reminding me that my job wasnt 
              over. My supervisor and I decided to attend the funeral, and I was 
              glad we did. Elizie looked peaceful. I felt happy knowing I played 
              a small part in her life. I was relieved I had gotten over my fears 
              and visited her in the final days of her life.  Elizies family thanked me for all I had done 
              for her and gave me a hug. Then, I heard the strange voice say to 
              me, “Well done. Elizie said thank you and you dont 
              have to be afraid anymore.” Emma Jean ThomasCHRISTUS St. Josephs Home
 Monroe, Louisiana
 
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