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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?