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Ok, Who Let The Cat Out Of The Bag?

     I mean, really…who let the cat out of the bag?

     Oh….you got me. I usually like to do picture blogs that can be somewhat of a diet aid. You know, the Walmartian’s, gross foods, people doing and wearing stupid things….that sort of thing. But, once in a while, I like to do nice picture blogs. This one is that blog.

     I’ve done blogs like this before about perfect timing. It’s hard to be in the right place at the right time all the time, but once in a while, something extraordinary occurs to make you stand back and realize that you are exactly where you are supposed to be.

     Sylvia Browne, world renowned psychic, has spoke about this sort of thing before. She says that we’re on a path, and when we deviate from that path, things don’t always work out for us the way it was planned.

     Recently I did a blog on angels, and how I believe I was saved by one when I was pregnant with my daughter. Was it perfect timing instead, that kid I lovingly refer to as an angel, just a kid who was in the right place at the right time?

     Maybe it’s a little bit of both; being in the right place at the right time and also being on the right path that I was meant to be on. That’s the way I feel about my friends. Some of my writer friends found me, while others, I found along the way. We make each other complete.

     A friend of mine *Hi Gail* sent me these photos. Seriously, I don’t know which is more amazing…the animals or the photographer that was able to capture these photos at precisely the right time. A case of being in the right place at the right time, or something from a higher power?

     Who knows? What I do know is, is that these pictures were taken just at the right time. A beautiful time. A time that I’m glad that I got to see and be a part of.

Amazingly colourful!
Help out each other.

Share what you can…

…but, don’t be greedy if someone is sharing.

Lending a hand can benefit you as well.

Take care of each other.

Strive to new heights.

Love one another regardless of the differences.

Hang in there!

Have fun!

Sometimes you need to do what everyone else is doing.

Sometimes it’s just good to watch…and maybe learn something.

When you need to run, run…and don’t look back at past mistakes…just remember to learn from them.

If you need to rest, then do it. You don’t have to be a hero.

Amaze others with your abilities, but don’t show off.

Everyone needs hugs.

Protect those who need protecting.

Take over the world!

Ta da!! You’ve got the perfect recipe for a great life.

Are Those Wings On Your Back?

     It’s not always easy to see the wings of an angel. Sometimes the wings are lopsided or the halo is a bit tarnished. Sometimes they’re not always dressed in white.

     Almost 9 years ago, when I was about seven or eight months pregnant, I was waiting for the light to change at the one and only intersection in my small town. I noticed a boy standing at the street corner, waiting to cross in front of me.

     The boy looked to be about eight to ten years old. In my estimation, probably not old enough to be out on his own, but nevertheless, he was.


     Even though he had the right-of-way, he stood firm at the street corner. Then the light turned green for me.

     Something told me that this kid was going to walk out in front of me, so I held back. Sure enough, he did. He crossed when it was my turn to go.

     Was he an angel? In my book, he was.

     He wasn’t wearing a flowing gown, and as far as I could tell, he didn’t have wings or a halo either. I suppose your wondering why I think this boy was an angel.

     Well, as my light turned green, he started to walk across. When he started walking across in front of my car, a truck barrelled through the red light, not even slowing down.

     My heart leaped out of my chest at the thoughts of what could have happened had that boy not been there, crossing the street when he shouldn’t have.

     My life sort of flashed before me. If that boy hadn’t been there, I would have pulled out into the intersection and been T-boned by this truck. I could have been injured or killed, and worse yet, my unborn baby as well.

     As I slowly ventured out of the intersection, I looked toward where the boy had gone.

     He was gone!

     He was no where to be seen. Vanished into thin air. Poof!

     Was he sent here to make sure that I lived so that Jamie could be born? If I had been killed, the circle of writer friends I have would have had one less person in it. Would they have still found each other? Yes…I don’t think fate’s that cruel.

     So, the next time someone helps you out, even if it’s just a little bit, it could be a wonderful, beautiful angel that is trying to earn his wings. I think mine earned his that day.

     Have you got an angel story you could share?