Ada of the Angels

By Barbara A Scales

Ada of the Angels recounts the journey of a young woman’s struggle to regain her life following an automobile accident in February 1998. While on her way to a college in Central New York, her car was hit by a snowplow. During the mishap, she sustained severe injuries and fell into a deep coma. As she lay dormant, her loved ones anguished. They relied on the two planks of the cross, Faith and Hope, to keep them supported.
A family friend worked in a surgery center and mentioned Ada’s situation to her co-workers. One of the team, Barbara, offered to try to help with alternative therapies. At first, Susan was hesitant. She had watched the other nurse use it on patients and afterward she heard patients say their pain and anxiety were less, but Ada was like one of her own children. What if something went wrong?
By the end of that bitter month of February, Ada had not awakened, and, since other choices had been tried and failed, the alternative therapy nurse was requested to try. Susan found the methods Barbara used interesting and learned this nurse had a family history that was just as intriguing.
Barbara’s great-grandfather solved the mystery behind strange noises on a farm on the Tug Hill plateau of Upstate New York, none of which his wife and 17 children could hear. However, when a neighbor came to welcome them to the area and stayed for coffee, the neighbor complained about the disturbing sounds coming from the basement. The homeowner had no choice but to investigate.
And years later, her maternal aunt impressed family members with knowledge of things she had no way of knowing but through intuition.
As a child in fourth grade Barbara experienced a precognitive dream that set her on a lifelong path of fine tuning that skill. As an adult, she sought methods to use it for the benefit others. And nursing became that avenue. After graduation, she read about other healers and attended classes on opening her psychic awareness.
This comatose patient was the greatest challenge in her life. And all that she had learned would play a huge role in this story, like building blocks, one method added to the other. Serendipity was at work. A nurse anesthetist trained in advanced alternative therapies walked into Barbara's life, simultaneously as a close friend introduced her to additional tools needed to guide Ada out of the darkness.
When Barbara arrived at the hospital the first day, the young woman’s mother greeted her. Anne may be tiny, but she possesses a powerful inner strength. Her fortitude kept the hope fires burning that their daughter would return to them.
As Barbara waited in the hallway with Anne before she could go to the bedside, a man’s name repeated in her thoughts. And she wondered if this parent would find it odd she ask about it. She felt the man was somehow connected to the accident. At first, Barbara was reluctant to ask, what if he was killed in the collision, but she was certain that if God let her hear the name, God had a plan, and she must trust Him. Before that day finished, Barbara got confirmation she was sensing accurately, and those involved knew God hears our prayers.
Ada's story is one every healthcare worker should take notice of. And her story is one every heart should hear. Ada's journey is one of Faith, of Hope, and of Love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Barbara A Scales
• Release date: Dec 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9780463115398

Barbara A Scales

Barbara A Scales grew up in the Central New York small village of Chittenango, the hometown of Frank L. Baum, the author of The Wizard of Oz. She is the middle child of eleven. Both of her parents worked hard all their lives. Her father worked three jobs in the summers to support them. As a child, if she was not swimming in the Canaseraga Creek of Madison County, she was wandering through the fields. From those wonderful days, she developed a great love of nature.Barbara graduated from St. Joseph’s School of Nursing, Syracuse, New York in 1979. She has retired, and now lives in Ocala, Florida. Several times a day, she goes for a walk with her husband and their adopted Siberian husky Sassie. Her hobbies are archery, swimming, and gardening. And their daughter and her family live in Marcellus, New York.Her registered nursing career spanned 42 years. In that time she met and cared for many, but she owed her compassionate understanding of the ill and infirmed to her mother. Barbara worked alongside her mother in a nursing home while she attended nursing school. It was from observing her mother she learned how to be a nurse. And with a commitment to helping others, she studied the healing arts of Reiki, Therapeutic Touch, and Healing Touch.Although in the past, writing for nursing journals and holistic magazines kept her busy, she now focuses on creative writing. Her first two projects are children's books, Wally the Whale with the Crazy Wavy Hair and Max and Jax: The Haunted Pumpkin Patch. Wally, created with the help of her grandson, entertains as well as helps kinesthetic learners. The Max and Jax book is a delightful romp through childhood and having the bejeepers scared out of you. Did I mention she has older brothers who liked to pull pranks?During her nursing career, Barbara experienced firsthand that God is ever present at the bedside. Ada of the Angels, published by Smashwords 2021, takes a serious look at the healing arts and the power of prayer. It is an eye witness account of a family whose daughter was comatose following a serious car accident. They survived that crisis relying on the two planks of the cross, Faith and Hope. Prayers and healing techniques were done, and this book documents her journey back.In the near future, you can enjoy more of Barbara’s writing. She has other manuscripts underway. Beckoned is a paranormal romance based on otherworldly incidents she encountered over the years. Between the Heartbeats, also a romance, touches on intuition and trusting those you love. All Kilts Are Off is a romantic comedy about a zany wedding. Look for those books soon.

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Ada of the Angels

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Barbara Scales

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2021 by Barbara Scales

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Table Of Contents

Foreword

The Nightmare Begins–February 1998

Simple Hand Tools

Intention is the Key

The Encounter

Mother & Daughter–March 6, 1998

Synchronicity–End of March through the First week of April, 1998

Serendipity

Distance Healing-April 8, 1998

Meeting Ada’s Brother-April 1998

Team Works

Faith-April 11, 1998

The Mind-Body Connection-May 1998

The Flower Blooms–May 23, 1998

Revelations–May 30, 1998 0800

Matching Colors- June 10, 1998

A Shift in the Universe

A Natural Healer–June 13, 1998

Jumping Hurdles–June 23, 1998

Epilogue

Appendix

Foreword

Barbara Scales is a gifted Registered Nurse, Healer and Mystic. She tells her true story of helping a young comatose girl after a tragic automobile accident. This is an informative, compelling and inspirational work of faith, compassionate healing and triumph.

Written by Mary Jo Gallo September 11, 2021

Mary Jo Gallo is a Certified Registered Nurse Anesthetist, Licensed Massage Therapist and Reiki Master who lives in Jenkins, Oklahoma with her husband and their youngest daughter. Mary Jo volunteers several forms of alternative healing such as Reiki, Craniosacral Therapy, Massage Therapy, Myoskeletal Mobilization, Rock Blades, and Neurolinguistic Therapy for Veterans with PTSD. Mary Jo taught Barbara all three Reiki courses before she moved. She has developed an American Holistic Nurse Association Reiki course which offers medical practitioners 16.5 Continuing Education Units. You may contact her with questions via email at [e-mail].

This is a true account of a remarkable young woman’s struggle to reclaim her life following a horrendous accident and subsequent coma. It is written with permission of the young woman and her family. Their names, and several others involved, have been changed to protect their privacy.

The Nightmare Begins–February 1998

Principal Taylor interrupted Anne Del Cielo’s lesson, knowing her classroom was full of students. Giving news of this type was never easy. I’m sorry to disrupt, Anne, but your daughter’s been in an accident. They told me she’s being taken to the trauma center.

Tell me again. I don’t think I heard you quite right. Anne Del Cielo closed her eyes against the pain, squeezing her chest. This could not be happening. Her baby girl was in an accident. Anne clutched her breast. Her mind reeled. Karl. Is she hurt?

Principal Taylor’s voice dropped. Sounds serious, Anne. You better go.

The Earth moved out from under Anne’s feet. As the color of her freckled cheeks faded, she leaned onto the doorjamb for support.

Thankfully, Karl had mentioned that her husband was on his way, for her immediate thought was to Ada, her dear Ada.

I’m sending Mrs. Bergin to cover you. Just go. Before Principal Taylor hung up, he warned, Anne, be safe. The roads are icy. He could not get words out. The stranglehold from his necktie was tightening. He cleared his throat And Anne... he took a staggered breath I’ll pray for Ada.

Anne’s hand shook as she slammed the phone onto the receiver and hung there for strength.

The students murmured questions back and forth behind her. What was going on?

The numbing buzz of the classroom drifted away as Anne opened the door and realized she did not have her purse, nor had she told the students she was leaving. She hurried back to her desk, dug out her purse and told the students, Stay in your seats. Mrs. Bergin will be right here. I...I’ve got to go.

It was obvious their teacher was in shock. Not a student moved, save Rosie. She got out of her seat, took the car keys from the corner of Anne’s desk, and held them out to the teacher. Here, Mrs. Del Cielo.

The girl reminded Anne of her daughter with that spark of life that makes a person smile. Anne cupped the girl’s chin, silently thanked her, and hurried away.

Anne fumbled the keys into the car door. Who called her? The principal. What had he said? A blast of cold sent a chill through to her core. She did not have time to return for her coat. She started the engine, and the car went on autopilot as she tried to figure it out. Dear God, what happened?

Over and over, Anne recalled teaching the children to drive. She muttered all the way to the trauma center. Time and again, I warned them both. Don’t take a left-hand turn. When you cross traffic, it puts you at risk.’ Anne pounded the steering wheel with her fist. Kevin listened to me. She doesn’t. Not to her mother. Why would she listen to me? What do I know? It was pure insanity that she was ranting, but it was the only way she knew to quell her deepest fear. Ada had to be alive.

Two cars coming out of the Emergency Room parking lot prevented Anne from getting in. If she had a foghorn to blast that might get them out of her way. Instead Anne slapped the steering wheel impatiently, and shouted, Come on! Move!

An ambulance was in the bay just outside of the emergency room entrance. Its doors were open. Anne slowed the car enough to see. The ambulance was empty. And it was a relief. For the first time in her journey, she took a deep breath.

A guard came out of the shack and waved her on. He pointed to a side parking lot, repeated the gesture and said Get out of the way. Another ambulance was right behind her. Its lights were flashing and sirens were screaming as it came in.

Anne turned the wheel and pulled the car aside. She wiggled back and forth in her seat, trying to look past the EMT who was working on a patient. At first, nothing gave her a clue where her daughter was. Eventually, a tassel of gray hair atop a balding head assured Anne that her daughter was not the passenger of the second ambulance. And she maneuvered the vehicle around into a spot in the side lot.

Tears poised to surface as Anne wondered if Ada had heard her shout, I love you, before leaving for work. And last night, did she hug her daughter good night? And where on Earth was Russ’s car? It wasn’t in this parking lot. Did he know? Principal Taylor said he called Russ. Did he get through to him? Or did he just leave a message. Dear God, what am I going to do if... She forced the insistent internal chatter to stop.

After she literally coached herself to get out of the car, she stiffened her back and walked inside that building to get some answers. It was the longest walk of her life. With each step, dread shadowed her, footfall by footfall. By the time the automatic doors swallowed her, she was breathless.

Filled with trepidation, Anne stepped inside of the emergency room. She scoured the waiting room, seeking a familiar face. The beat of her heart hurt as wild thoughts shot through her mind, each one worse than the one before it. Where was Ada? How badly was she hurt? How did this happen? Ada loved to blast music at the top of the sound barrier. When the accident happened, had Ada been listening to the radio? When could she see her?

Anne stepped aside to get a view of an alcove in the waiting room. There, not even ten feet ahead, was her husband. Russ was pacing head down, staring at the floor. He raked his fingers through his hair and wrung shaky hands. The one person she could lean on appeared as shattered by this event as she was. She froze. And then tremors set in.

A fellow visitor in the emergency waiting room, noticed Anne looked like she was going into shock. The woman asked Are you alright? When Anne didn’t respond, she called out, Nurse! And Russ snapped out of his lament.

The fear in Russ’s eyes ripped through Anne’s soul, and she cried out, Where’s Ada?

A nurse ran to Anne and insisted, Sit down.

Anne didn’t hear the nurse. Instead, she gripped Russ by the shoulders. Where’s our daughter!

He couldn’t find words. His eyes welled.

Thinking the worst, Anne shrank back in horror. No!

Russ stepped closer. No. Anne. She’s alive.

Anne’s throat went dry. She tightened her fist into a ball and propped it to her mouth to prevent from crying out. She whispered, How bad is she?

Tears streamed down Russ’s cheeks. His voice cracked. The doctors are doing everything they can to save her.

The quiver of his lower lip rocked Anne. Everything was spinning. She grabbed her head and gripped the closest chair for support.

Russ caught her and eased her into the seat. She’ll be alright.

Even the nurse looked dubiously at that non-committal tone. Who was he trying to convince himself?

Anne hyperventilated but got out. Can we see her?

Russ wiped her tears away with the sleeve of his suit coat. A doctor came out about ten minutes ago.

Anne pushed Russ away and begged for answers. What did he say?

Anguish covered his face. He unconsciously touched his forehead. She hit her head. The doctor told him their daughter’s life was dangling midair and he did not know if she would pull through. He couldn’t say that to her. Nor could he look her in the eye right now. Anne would see right through him. He stood and turned away.

Anne bolted out of the chair and spun Russ on his heels. Russ, what are they doing for her?

He threw his hands up in the air. I don’t know. I’m not a doctor. Once he said those words, he regretted it. He reached out and cuddled Anne tight, saying softly, I’m sorry. They should have answers soon.

The two stood embracing for eternity. Eventually, a nurse aide offered a drink, or a warmed blanket. In unison they nodded, no thank you.

Russ steadied Anne and reached into his pocket for a handkerchief. The key chain with their tiny family photo tumbled out.

Anne stared at the faces on the key chain. The little boy in the picture got her attention and panic hit. Kevin! I didn’t call our son.

Russ told her, I left a message on Kevin’s answering machine. I told him to call as soon as possible.

Anne was uncertain where her thoughts drifted off to after that. Perhaps it was to the day she found out she was pregnant with Ada. They were hopeful about having a sibling for Kevin, just not quite that soon. Or was she lost thinking about Ada’s first day of kindergarten? Anne had walked her to the classroom before going to her own students. Outside of the classroom Ada had assured her, Okay, you can go now Mommy. I got this. Where had all those years gone? The emptiness left a hole in her gut. Oh Russ. What if…?

We’re not going there. No ‘what ifs’ he said sternly.

A white uniform stepped forward. Ada’s parents? Follow me.

The nurse escorted them into another smaller room. There was a wooden chair placed in front of a couch, and a single table stand. A Bible and a box of Kleenex sat paired on the stand. She motioned for them to sit on the couch. Please wait here. Someone will be with you shortly. And she left.

Anne took a stuttered breath. It was the room where they took Anne’s family when her grandfather passed. It was far from waiting room. No