\u201cAll angels come to us disguised.\u201d<\/p>\n
James Russell Lowell<\/p>\n
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\u2019t have a clue what I was thinking except that I wasn\u2019t. 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\u2019t ask him to get any bottled water. Glancing at my car\u2019s clock, I knew there wasn\u2019t 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.<\/p>\n
Just as the man reached the bottom of the driveway, he said, \u201cMaam, if you don\u2019t mind, could I possibly have one of those waters?\u201d<\/p>\n
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?\u00a0\u201cThey\u2019re warm,\u201d I warned, as I tossed him the bottle.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s ok, Ma\u2019am.\u00a0 Thank you so much!\u201d<\/p>\n
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.\u00a0It wasn\u2019t until I pulled out of the driveway when I realized that although he was probably just a man passing out annoying flyers, he could\u2019ve 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?<\/p>\n
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\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow are you doing?\u201d And older man with gentle eyes sat down opposite me.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t have time, I screamed inside, wanting to cry.\u00a0\u201cI\u2019m ok, how are you?\u201d I replied, clenching my jaw slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cConfused,\u201d he said. \u201cI was hoping you might be able to help me. By the way, I\u2018m Leonard.\u201d<\/p>\n
He went on about how he didn\u2019t 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\u2019s 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.\u00a0Instead 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.\u00a0\u201cKristy, do you believe in paying it forward?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI do, Leonard. I do,\u201d\u00a0I smiled back at him.<\/p>\n
Leonard winked and left.<\/p>\n
Once again the idea of an angel visit crossed my mind and I grinned. It wasn\u2019t 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.\u00a0Next time you are in a hurry, or in your own world, and receive an interruption \u2013 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\u2019s 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\u2019t need wings to be an angel, just the mindset.<\/p>\n
{Flashback Blog from 4 Years Ago}<\/p>\n
Believe,<\/p>\n
Kristy Robinett<\/p>\n
An Abnormally Normal Psychic Medium \u2013 Author \u2013 Life Coach<\/p>\n
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