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Angels in The Flesh

November 28 006Yesterday I missed posting on my blog because I had to process everything that happened this week. If I was a cynic, I would look at the happenings as lessons in humility. Instead, I think God sent me angels.

I wrote about the episode in the pharmacy where I came up short to buy my medication, so that was one event. Two days later at the grocery store, I also came up short at the cash register. I truly thought what was left on my food stamp card and the few pennies I had in my bank account two days ago would cover my purchases. But alas, I was wrong again. I began eliminating items from my cart to get down to the bare essentials, only to find I was still ten dollars short.  Behind me a line of customers had grown and my predicament was holding them up. I wanted to cry and run from the store because I was so embarrassed.

Then the lady behind me pulled out a ten dollar bill and handed it to the clerk. She said, “Please let me help you. It is my pleasure. I believe in paying it forward.” This time I wanted to cry, but not from embarrassment, but from gratefulness. This stranger reached out to me and offered a generous gift. Who was I not to accept it?

This event happened right after I had just taught a class. I gave my students an assignment to write about a person who came into their life and thought they were worthy of being treated special. Over half the class felt there was no such person in their life. Isn’t that sad? It’s hard for me to believe they saw the world as such a cold and uncaring place when here a perfect stranger extended overwhelming kindness to me.

And the kindness didn’t stop there. In the afternoon, the lady from the IRIS Medicaid program came by for a meeting with good news. Ken has received a start date of June 2 for the program. I also had been approved to take care of him. What this means is I will get paid to take care of him–something I’ve been doing for over three years because I deeply love my husband. The good news also means that Medicaid will pay for all of his medical expenses. Talk about manna falling from heaven!

Yesterday, another angel crossed my path with a gift. One of my dearest friends read the account about my inability to buy my medication, and she handed me money to cover the cost. This time, I did burst into tears.

The morale of the story is God does hear your prayers. According to the Christian Bible, Jesus told us, “Ask and you shall receive.” He wasn’t lying. So, I am grateful for all of the help, and I will pray for my students who haven’t felt the goodness which is in all of us.


Angels Coming to the Rescue

AngelToday I’m listening to the buzz of a saw, the popping of a nail gun, and the rattle of a steel tape measure. Yes, we have some construction going on at our house. My friend Scott and his associate are building a wheelchair ramp for my husband. They were hired by Ken’s family.

All of this came about a couple of months ago, when we were touched by an angel. Aunt Lil took it upon herself to organize an effort to help her nephew, “Kenny.” Through her research and fund raising, my husband Ken is getting what he needs to be able to easily get out of the house in his power chair.

Aunt Lil is a sister to Ken’s mom, Dee. Uncle Donnie is another one in the family who took action on this project. They all are a part of a wonderful large family of thirteen. Most of them live in a small Illinois town where they grew up, and everyone I have met are warm, genuine people. The monetary help they have given us can only be repaid with gratitude and thanks, and now we have a monument going up that stands for their generosity.

I’m not a religious person, but I am spiritual, and I know when God has touched other souls to come to the aid of one in need. That is really what is happening here, and I am in awe of the power of good.

Was I Touched by an Angel?

I just read a “near death” encounter from another blogger I follow. She’s a terrific writer, and I enjoy her daily posts. At the end of her piece today, she asked if any of us in “Internet-land” ever had a strange experience. I can’t say that I have had a near death experience, but I do know that I have met my Guardian Angel. For those of you who don’t believe such an entity exists, you might want to go on to your other daily tasks.

My guardian angel came to me when I was going through an ugly divorce. She came in the form of a gregarious Jewish woman with flaming read hair who talked with gestures like an Italian lady. She befriended me out of the clear blue sky, and we hit it off right away. Her “cover” was a business owner in Miami.  This woman was generous, thoughtful, insightful but mostly just a fun person to count among my friends.

But there were strange things about her, too. She never invited me to her home; instead she’d put me up in a hotel. She had this innate sense to know when I needed her and would call to check on me. She was kind, but she also gave me tough love. The last time I saw her, she yelled at me to o stop running from my problems and go HOME to fix them, (I wanted to run away to Miami to start over.)

I’m happy to tell you, I took her advice and went home to fix things with my daughters and started to build a new life. The reason I think Shelly was an angel was because after the divorce was final, I called her to thank her for everything she did for me.  I called her business because that was where she spent most of her time. When an unfamiliar voice answered the phone, I asked to speak to Shelley. The strange voice said, “There is no one here by that name. You must have the wrong number.”

I know that I didn’t have the wrong number because I had called Shelley at least a dozen times at the number I dialed. So, I dialed again thinking I must have mis-dialed the first time, only to get the same person on the other end of the line, saying, “I told you when you called before, there is no Shelley here. We’ve never had a Shelley on our staff.”

I blurted out, “But she owns the business!”

The voice replied, “You have been misinformed, ma’am.” Then I heard the sound of the receiver hanging up on me. I never heard or saw Shelley again.

Make of it what you will, but I believe I was sent a Guardian Angel to help me see through this very hurtful time in my life. She kept me from making a tremendous mistake, never judged me for anything I had done wrong, and was always a constant positive resource for me. And when I didn’t need her any more, she must have been reassigned to another “client” who needed her expert help.

I’m just glad, whoever or whatever she was, that she was reached out to me.