Angels Among Us

Angels Among Us July 29, 2015

“All angels come to us disguised.”

James Russell Lowell

It was a chaotic month that I am not so sure I would like to repeat. With a jury duty notice, a pending book deadline, the onset of shingles, office appointments, interviews for my husband, and trying to entertain my kids in this oppressive summer heat, I was about ready to go mad. And I had scheduled a class, The Connection to Angels, in the midst of it all. I honestly didn’t have a clue what I was thinking except that I wasn’t. I raced home from my office sessions to prepare the class. Thankfully (and gratefully) my husband had ran out to the store with my shopping list for the evening and I knew that I had to cut fruit and arrange some flowers. Right when I pulled up into my driveway is when I forgot that I didn’t ask him to get any bottled water. Glancing at my car’s clock, I knew there wasn’t a whole lot of time. I went into my garage and found a couple loose cases, carried them to the car and began counting them. I had the exact amount that I needed and sighed with relief. A man handing pizza coupons was walking by. He walked up the car and handed me the flyer that I typically toss in the garbage without looking. I thanked him, though, and he smiled and told me to have a good day. Sweat was pouring down his face and I thought of how grateful I was that my office, my car and my home all had air conditioning.

Just as the man reached the bottom of the driveway, he said, “Maam, if you don’t mind, could I possibly have one of those waters?”

I cringed. I was so happy to not have to run out to the store, but how could tell this man that there was no way? “They’re warm,” I warned, as I tossed him the bottle.

“That’s ok, Ma’am.  Thank you so much!”

I smiled and nodded and shut the car door, and went into my cool house to tell my husband that I had to run out to the store to buy another case of water. It wasn’t until I pulled out of the driveway when I realized that although he was probably just a man passing out annoying flyers, he could’ve been an angel. They walk among us, checking up on our intentions and assisting us on our life journey. And how apropos would that be for before an angel class for an angel to show up at my doorstep?

Just a few days afterwards, I was stressed to the limit with deadlines. I could still feel the tug of a shingle outbreak and tried to stay focused at my tasks at hand. My kids were volunteering at our town’s library and it was their day to work and I thought it would be a perfect quiet place to sit down and write, so I grabbed my laptop to take with me. As they went to get their assignment I sat down at a table in the back corner and began writing.

“How are you doing?” And older man with gentle eyes sat down opposite me.

I didn’t have time, I screamed inside, wanting to cry. “I’m ok, how are you?” I replied, clenching my jaw slightly.

“Confused,” he said. “I was hoping you might be able to help me. By the way, I‘m Leonard.”

He went on about how he didn’t have much money and he was trying to refinance his car. His son had a good job with a lot of money and he supervised his spending since his wife, his son’s mom, had passed away. All he wanted to do was have enough money to take a trip to Northern Michigan or maybe visit Florida. I could see the pain of loneliness in his eyes as he spoke. He felt his independence had been stolen by his age and his son. He wanted to know how to refinance his car. I thought that was a funny question to ask a complete stranger, but oddly enough I knew the answer. So I told him how it typically worked and instructed him to go to his credit union or bank. Instead of leaving, he sat and chatted for another thirty minutes where I simply listened to a summary of his life story. He then got up, apologized for wasting my time and gave me a hug and a thanks. But just as he was walking out the library door, he stopped and turned towards me. “Kristy, do you believe in paying it forward?”

“I do, Leonard. I do,” I smiled back at him.

Leonard winked and left.

Once again the idea of an angel visit crossed my mind and I grinned. It wasn’t as if I thought instantly that he was an angel and I had to be on my best behavior. At first I was angry at the disruption, but it was that break that I needed to re-center myself. Next time you are in a hurry, or in your own world, and receive an interruption – know that sometimes it might be heaven-sent. So many people withdraw within themselves and put up walls. The hurt from the past makes it easy to do. It’s easy to smile or compliment a stranger or ask an elderly neighbor if you can pick up something for them from the store, or maybe even surprising someone with an ice cream cone. You don’t need wings to be an angel, just the mindset.

{Flashback Blog from 4 Years Ago}

Believe,

Kristy Robinett

An Abnormally Normal Psychic Medium – Author – Life Coach

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