My Mother had a heart attack and was taken to hospital.
I knew I had to be at the hospital because the situation was dire,
but I didn’t want to go alone.
I needed the support of my sister.
Initially she said she would pick me up.
But then she called to say she would drive directly to the hospital and meet me there.
As I drove to the hospital I began to tremble, weeping uncontrollably and said a little prayer to calm myself.
A feeling of warmth immediately enveloped me.
It was almost as if someone had wrapped me in a soft fluffy blanket.
I felt a strong impression that my Mother would be okay.
Such was the power of the Holy Ghost.