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Posted by AngelBaby on November 16, 2007

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I was saved by an Angel

I had to change Doctors so I was going to my new doctor for the fist time.  He was very nice and pleasant.  His office staff was really nice.  He gave me a complete check up and I was feeling great because I now had a doctor I really liked.

When I walked out of the office and went to my car, it was gone!  That is right my car was gone.  I went back into the building and talked to the man at the door, he said “Oh the Mustang it was towed away.”  I said “what, excuse me, it was towed away, Why?  He said “Yes the police towed it away because it was parked illegally.”  I couldn’t believe it I had parked it right in front of the office, other cars were parked there too.  So I asked him “Why did the tow my car?”  He said “You can’t park there between 4pm and 7pm.”  OMG I didn’t see the sign that said that.  “Now what am I going to do I have no car.”  I said.  He told me that I had to call the police at the Beverly Hills station to get my car back.  I called the police and they said that I had to go down to the police station to get my car back.  I had no car so I had to call a cab.  Well it cost me $15.00 to get to the police station.  By the way, the Beverly Hills Police department is really, really nice and clean, beautiful!

The policeman at the desk sent me to the records department  When I got to the records department and gave them the information on my car, they could not find my car!  My car was lost.  Then they told me it was because I was at the wrong police station I needed to go to the Los Angeles Police station.  “I have no car how am I going to get there?” I said.  The offered to call the other station to see if my car was there.  Well it wasn’t there either.  No one knew where my car was.  The had me sit in the lobby while they keep checking.  I asked God and the Angels to please help them find my car, please!  After about an hour and a half they still could not find my car.  They told me some one my had stole it because they could not find it!  OMG now what!  They gave me the phone number to the Los Angeles police  and told me to give them a call and ask them what I should do.

Well I did that and they had me hold on the phone while they checked out something.  I was on hold for quite a while when they came back and told me they had found my car.  I was so happy they found my car.  So I asked “where is my car?”  They gave me the address of the impound lot and told me I would have to call a cab. OMG not again!

Well I called a cab and $45.00 later I was at the lot where my car was.  I paid $187.20 to get my car back.  Then I was told I had to go across the street to the lot where they keep the cars.  It was the lot with the green fence and the black gate. It was dark, very dark I could not tell what color anything was.  There was a man standing there so I asked him if he knew where the lot was and he did so I asked him if he would walk over there with me.  As we got about half way across the street he grabbed my arm and pulled me back yelling “Watch out, watch out!”  I kind of lost my balance and was stumbling as I saw the car whizzing by.  Had I finished the step I was taking I would have surely died right there.  He had saved my life.  If he had not walked me across that street I would not have heard or seen that car coming.  The Car was going so fast, the driver never even hit the brakes or slowed down.  I was one step from being splattered on the pavement, that is how close I came to dying that night.  I never got the man’s name that saved my life but he was truly an Angel sent from God to protect me from dying.

I didn’t realize how how close I had come to dying until I was in my car.  Up to this point my day had tuned into a nightmare, then I had some one save my life.  I thanked God and the Angels all the way home for my life and my Angel that was there to help me and then saved my life.  Angels come in all different forms, you never know when one will show up.  Thank God for Angels, I am still alive and I have my car back.
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One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.”

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.

As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.” He looked at me and said, “Hey thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.

As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.

We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said “yes.”

We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came! , and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown , and I was going to Duke.

I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd.

He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous! Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began, “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach…but mostly your friends… I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.”I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.

He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.”

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it’s depth.

Never under estimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person’s life. For better or for worse.

God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way.

I love this story it shows us how important it is to treat others with love and respect. How will you choose to treat someone who needs a little help or kindness? What will you do?
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You have two choices  …………

John is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, ‘If I were any better, I would be twins!’

He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, John was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation. Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up and asked him, ‘I don’t get it! You can’t be a positive person all of the time How do you do it?’  He replied, ‘Each morning I wake up and say to myself, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or … you can choose to be in a bad mood. I choose to be in a good mood.’

Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or…I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it. Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or… I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life.”Yeah, right, it’s not that easy,’ I protested. ‘Yes, it is,’ he said. ‘Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It’s your choice how you live your life.’  I reflected on what he said. Soon hereafter, I left the Tower Industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it. Several years later, I heard that he was involved in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a communications tower.

After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, he was released from the hospital with rods placed in his back. I saw him about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, ‘ I if I were any better, I’d be twins..Wanna see my scars?’ I declined to see his wounds, but I did ask him what had gone through his mind as the accident took place. ‘The first thing that went through my mind was the well-being of my soon-to-be born daughter,’ he replied. ‘Then, as I lay on the ground, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or…I could choose to die. I chose to live.’ ‘Weren’t you scared? Did you lose consciousness?’ I asked He continued, ‘…the paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared.. In their eyes, I read ‘he’s a dead man’. I knew I needed to take action. ”What did you do?’ I asked. ‘Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me,’ said John.

‘She asked if I was allergic to anything ‘Yes, I replied.’ The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled,’Gravity” Over their laughter, I told them, ‘I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead.’ He lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude…. I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully. Attitude, after all, is everything.  Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.  Each day has enough trouble of its own.

After all today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday. You have two choices now:
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Angels at the Post Office

Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:

Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.
Love, Meredith.

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.

Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, “To Meredith” in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, “When a Pet Dies.” Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:

Dear Meredith,
Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized her right away. Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.

Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. (I picked her especially for you.) I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.

By the way, I am wherever there is love.
Love, God
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Angels Among Us

He was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd., and the car started to choke and splutter and die –

Jim barely managed to coast, cursing, into a gas station, glad only that he would not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck. The engine wouldn’t even turn over. Before he could make the call, Jim saw a woman walking out of the “quickie mart” building, and it looked like she slipped on some ice and fell into a gas pump, so Jim got out to see if she was okay. When he got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than that she had fallen; she was a young woman who looked really haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as Jim helped her up, and he picked it up to give it to her. It was a nickel.

At that moment, everything came into focus for Jim: the crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in a car seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95. He asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just kept saying “I don’t want my kids to see me crying,” so they stood on the other side of the pump from her car. She said she was driving to California that things were very hard for her rightnow. So Jim asked, “And you were praying?” That made her back away from him a little but Jim assured her the he was not a crazy person and said, “He heard you, and He sent me.”

Jim took out his card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump so she could fill up her car completely, and while it was fueling walked to the next door McDonald’s and bought 2 big bags of food, some gift certificates for more, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the kids in the car who attacked it like wolves, and they stood by the pump eating fries and talking a little. She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City. Her boyfriend left 2 months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet.

She knew she wouldn’t have money to pay rent Jan 1, and finally in desperation had finally called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about 5 years. They lived in California and said she could come live with them and try to get on her feet there. So she packed up everything she owned in the car. She told the kids they were going to California for Christmas, but not that they were going to live there.

Jim gave her his gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her for safety on the road. As he was walking over to his car, she said, “So, are you like an angel or something?” This definitely made him cry. He said, “Sweetie, at this time of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people.” It was so incredible to be a part of someone else’s miracle. And of course, you guessed it, when Jim got in his car it started right away and got him home with no problem.

Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the flutter of their wings.
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Lost in the Forest

One stary night, long ago, a family was lost in the forest. They had their tent, food and water so they were alright for now. But what were they going to do if they are not able to find their way out of the forest? The father(Bob) decided that he would go out first thing in the morning and see if there was a trail he recognized. Of course the mother (Mary) was worried. What if he got lost and could not find his way back to the children and her, what would she do?

At the break of dawn, Bob was up and getting ready to go; if only he had remembered his compass. Why hadn’t he packed it? He always made sure it was packed. He thought he could figure things out by the placement of the sun and the moss on the trees. He was sure he could get his family through this safety, or could he.

Leaving the tent and his family behind, he ventured out looking for a trail that looked familiar tohim. Things had changed so much since the last time he was here. Soon he found himself wandering around in circles so he stopped to catch his breath. As he sat under the trees in the cool shade, he thought what am I going to do? He closed his eyes and tried to picture the way it was before, the slope of the mountains, the valleys. He got up and looked at the terrain to see if the mountains were the way he remembered them. Sure enough they were. He began to get a sense of what direction he and his family should go. When he turned to go back to where his family was he fell down what he thought was just an embankment; it wasn’t it was a steep cliff. All he could think about while he was falling was his family. How would they get out? He must make it! He tumbled for what seemed like an eternity. Then he came to an abrupt stop against a large bolder. He was scraped up and bruised, but he thought he would be alright. Now, all he had to do was to figure out how to get out of this mess he was in. How would he get back to his family?

He sat up and looked around to see if there was an easy way to get out. There was what he though was a cloud off to the side of him. What in the world was this? He kept hearing a gentle voice saying “come this way and follow me”. It was very strange and scary and at the same time it seemed so safe. He followed what he though was some kind of cloud. It did not take long before he was back with his family. “I know the way now”, Bob said. He didn’t tell Mary that they were going to be following a strange cloud.

They started the trail home. It was tough going with the children. They were hot and tired but they kept going because they just wanted to get back home. Before too long, Bob knew where he was. “Now this is familiar to me”, he thought, “I know where I am”. A little later when they were almost back to their van he noticed that the strange cloud was gone. He wondered what it could have been. Then he realize it was an Angel leading him and his family out of the forest. “Wow”he said; “I met an Angel and didn’t even know it. I wish I could thank that Angel because she saved our lives”. On the way home in the van he thought, ” how can I thank the Angel?”

When they arrived home there was a strange puff of smoke or was it a cloud by the garage. Bob knew what it was immediately. The Angel! He said thank you “. He turned to tell his family but when he looked the Angel was gone. He decided not to tell them because they would think he was crazy.
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The Night the Angels Came

It was a dark and dreary day; a storm was brewing. People had gathered at the house for a celebration. It was John’s birthday; he was 6 years old that day. Everyone was in a very joyful mood. There was a beautiful cake, and Ice cream too.! The decorations were just beautiful. The Children had birthday hats on. They were so cute running around and playing. Their laughter could be heard throughout the house. What a wonderful day! The Adults were busy chatting and catching up on the news from others.

As the day progressed, the clouds became darker and more threatening. No one was paying attention to the weather outside that stormy day. the radio was on but no one was listening. They brought out the cake with 6 candles a blaze, to john’s delight. Everyone sang “Happy Birthday” and John blew out the candles and shrieked with joy. Everyone sat down to have cake and ice cream with John. It was absolutely delicious and everyone enjoyed it a lot. All of a sudden there was hail and lightening and the power went out. Then there was the roar they all knew so well, everyone was terrified. They knew it was a tornado. They hadn’t heard the warnings so they didn’t know it was coming straight for them. They grabbed up the children and tried to run for cover but it was to late. The house was beginning to come apart. It was so loud and dark. Just as soon as it started, it seemed it was over. Amazingly almost everyone seemed to make it through; some were hurt but nothing too serious. As they looked around and counted to see if everyone was there, they noticed that Johnny was missing. All that could, started searching for John. They looked and dug through the debris but no John. It was getting dark; would they find him in time? Is he still alive? His parents were frantic, they didn’t know what to do.

The next morning when it was light the search started again. After searching for many hours they finally found him, he was laying in a field. When they picked him up he started to whimper, so they knew he was alive. A cheer rang out and they rushed him to the hospital. It was found that he was bruised but he was going to be just fine. He told his parents that the Angels held him in their arms, and covered him with their wings to keep him safe and warm. It was a miracle,an absolute miracle that everyone was safe and no one was injured really bad. Thank God for Angels!
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The Fireman and The Angel

They were in the firehouse eating dinner when the call came in; a house fire with people still inside. They left their dinner, threw on their turnouts and raced to the fire. It was in a nice neighborhood with lots of children.

When they got to the house it was a blaze. Neighbors were outside screaming, “there are children inside, hurry”. Some of the fireman ran into the burning house with their hoses to find the children, while the others started putting water on the burning house with long heavy hoses. Inside the smoke was thick and it was hard to see. They could not find the children so they split up. Each one took a different direction. Then the call came in; the only child still in the house was a little girl. The smoke was thick and the flames were hot. It was an awful place to be, but all the firemen could think of was the little girl.

As one of the men were crawling on the floor, he felt something. As he touched it she moved. He hollered out, “I have her”. As he turned around to head out, the fireman tucked her into his coat; he could hardly see anything. He wasn’t sure which way to go because he was so intent on finding the girl. “Which way did I come,” he thought. He was completely disorientated.

Then he saw a woman; she was standing against the burning wall. She was lit up by the flames and she was wearing a long flowing dress; but she was not burning. He noticed she was pointing toward another place that looked like another wall. She didn’t say a word she just pointed. He decided to follow her lead. As he crawled along the floor with the little girl in his coat he noticed that the woman was leading him to a door. He started to move faster being careful of the girl; remembering to share the oxygen with her so she could breathe. Soon they were outside in the fresh air. He looked around but could not find the woman that had saved them both. Where had she gone? He had only looked away for a second and she was gone. It was then that he realized that she was an Angel sent by God to save them both.

Both the Fireman and the little girl had some smoke inhalation; after some medical attention they both recovered completely. Thank God for Angels!
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He Smelled Like The Rain

A few years ago I heard this beautiful story about a family that had a premature baby. The baby girl was so tiny no one thought that she would make it. She was taken to the prenatal unit at the hospital and spent a long time there. All of the families friends, people in their church and their entire community were praying for this little baby girl to live. He parents spent many long hours by her, touching her, talking to her and praying for her. Finally after many months they were able to take her home. It was amazing that she was doing so well. No one could believe it. This tiny little baby struggled to live and now was thriving.

Years later she was at her brothers little league game. It had been a beautiful day, sunny and warm. She was having the best time running around and cheering her big brother on. Suddenly it began to cool down, clouds that were once puffy white were now turning dark gray. Then it started to rain. The little girl ran to her mother and sat on her lap. She told her mother” That’s what he smells like, just like the rain.” Her mother said “Who are you talking about.” She said ” You know it was him, I slept on his chest and he kept me warm and safe when I was little.” The mother knew exactly who she was talking about. It was when she was in the hospital. It was God and the Angels that were holding her.

Every time it rains, I think of this story. I love this story, I hope you do to.
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Last April(07) I woke up as if someone had just stabbed me in the foot with a pin. I sat up in a split second from being asleep. I jumped up and headed to the bathroom. Half way there I paused where are you going so fast, the dam isn’t about to break I figured what the hell go get it over with I’m up already. I went in the bathroom and sat down on the throne. Very quickly I realized what was happening, I could feel paralysis setting into my arm and leg. A constant stream of drool was coming from one side of my mouth, and I realized my face was paralyzed also . I realized I was having a stroke. I got myself off the throne with great difficulty and went into the kitchen and put my coffee mug in the microwave. I sat down down at the kitchen table, my mind racing. When the buzzer went off I with much trouble went back to the microwave and made my coffee. I don’t know how I made it to the microwave and back to the table a round trip of about twenty four feet, the going was that hard. Half a coffee cup later I made it and fell into my chair. It is sheer terror, that is all I felt, scared sheer terror. Ok, what to do. I just stared at the clock knowing that my landlord would be going out the door for work in ten min.. As I waited I could feel myself tightening inward in the fashion of an MS victim. I was going to throw something at the window to get her attention, I didn’t notice her go . I have since talked to someone who had a stroke and she told me she thought she was alert through the whole episode, she was a nurse and her boss the doctor said some things that made her realize she was not as alert as she had thought. I guess I was staring at the clock in a trance like state feeling the tightening in my body getting more and more terrified, and believe me that is the word. A half hour after I sat down I felt the symptoms starting to dissipate, what a relief, I know the meaning of sigh of relief. I failed to mention I could not talk, noise came out but it sounded like something from Star Wars.

What did I do? No insurance and I listen to my mother talk about the cost of hospitalization, tests and medication, I smoked a joint with the hope that It would relax my veins and help. It took about an hour before I could say that it was definitely over. I sat at my computer for the day testing my speech periodically. My speech was 7/8 fine, I was still slurring words getting an occasional strange noise. The second day my speech was almost 100% but not quite. I knew stroke meant brain damage and wondered. It didn’t take long and I realized the change. I would be talking and just loose track, embarrassing moments of what the hell was I saying and where was I headed. That lasted for about three months and it dissipated and I seem to be fine after almost a year.

I did not go to a doctor, I don’t make much money. I knew it would mean expensive testing and medication. I do the aspirin thing and pray that’s the answer. I hope every winter when I’m not working(construction) that I have enough money to make it to spring. I’m not married because there’s not enough money winters to do the dating thing and if I have a hard time supporting myself I’d be nuts to times that by two. Simple math is how the poor live. Summers for me are seven days a week work and long hours.

I assume I induced the stroke on myself. In May 06 I bought a motorcycle and rode motorcycle more then I worked meaning I was really poor last winter. I ate eggs and bacon for breakfast with 3/4 of my remaining meals being spaghetti with doctored bottled sauce. The doctoring was a third of a slab of bacon added to the sauce most nights(two meals a day when your poor). I had been wondering about a clot because I had a pain in my arm that was moving down my arm that winter and my arm was numb and had almost no strength. All I can do is guess and my theory is I clogged my veins with pork fat and a clot hit my brain. My guess is that I am probably lucky to have awoke the way I did and jumped up, it probably elevated my blood pressure and pushed the clot through my brain. I am lucky the only brain damage(apparent to me anyway) was short term memory loss that dissipated. I have no choice but to have faith in the body’s ability to repair itself.

What burns my ass is the attitude of people who work in the medical industry. My sister(medical consultant) who has every thing and more in life told me I and people like me are irresponsible to not have medical insurance. If I ever punched a woman it would have been then. I am at fault for not helping support her ritzy lifestyle. I would imagine I could appreciate that lifestyle myself, I don’t think about it.
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When the White Dove Calls

It was New Year’s Eve 1990 going into 1991 and I was on my way to a peace concert at St. John the Divine in New York City. It was freezing that night; the temperature was sub-zero and there was a biting wind. I was tempted not to go out but Kathleen Battle and Odetta were singing and it was one of those concerts you just didn’t want to miss so I was braving the elements to be there.

My partner and I grabbed a cab and were hurtling across a darkened and pot-hole ridden 85th street when we hit a large bump in front of an old abandoned church. Being abruptly jarred into the present moment, I looked up and there, perched on the eaves of this decrepit church, was a beautiful white dove. It’s unusual to see birds at night but particularly so on a freezing December evening in New York City. And, its appearance was all the more startling because it was the very symbol of peace and I was on my way to a peace concert. As I looked at this magnificent bird, I had the thought, maybe this year is about finding inner peace and this dove is a reminder for me to focus on that in the upcoming year.

All through the concert I kept seeing the image of that white dove on the darkened eaves and it continued to haunt me for weeks to come. Its message of finding inner peace also gnawed at me until finally, in February, I made a decision.

I was talking with a friend about being uncomfortable in my life. I’d just come back from a week’s vacation in Florida and was already planning my April and October vacations. I lived for getting away from my life in New York despite the fact that I had a good job, made a nice salary, was singing in one of the top concert choirs in the city, had lots of friends and was involved in many intellectually and culturally stimulating activities. But, something was missing and I couldn’t identify what that was.

My friend asked me to quickly tell her, without thinking about it, what I’d like to change or do in my life if work, my relationship and money weren’t a factor. My immediate response was, to move to California to which she replied, then you must go.

Two months later on April 8, 1991, I left New York City at 5:00 pm in my new Toyota Corolla wagon with my partner, two cats and all our plants. We arrived in Los Angeles on April 18th, found an apartment in Los Feliz and our furniture arrived the following week. We only knew three people in Los Angeles and neither of us was employed but we were living in California!

In June, I was still unemployed and my money was running dangerously low. One day, while sitting parked in traffic on the 10 freeway, I began talking to God, as I tend to do when I’m in my car, and asked, God, was this move a big mistake because I don’t have a job and the money is almost gone? Out of nowhere a white dove appeared, circled my car three times and disappeared. It got my attention! I remembered that this year was about finding inner peace and I was already where I wanted to be so it was simply a matter of time before things turned around.

Within an hour, I was home and the phone rang. A woman who’d been a client of mine in New York was calling to find out if I was still looking for a job. She then directed me to call a friend of hers, a producer of an NBC TV show, who might be able to help me. Two hours later I was in his office and he was offering me a job.

White doves have appeared to me in almost every life situation where great faith has been called for. They even appear when I’ve needed to make smaller life decisions. When I couldn’t decide whether to take an apartment one appeared on the wire right over the apartment while I was talking to the landlord. A dove appeared over my head at a Dodger’s Game when I was supposed to be producing a segment for a TV show but couldn’t find the camera crew two minutes before the event started. I found the crew and landed more interviews than the person who normally covered those events. I’ve also had more spiritually symbolic visitations; a white dove landed beside me when I was praying and meditating beside a creek in Sedona, Arizona.

Over the years I’ve had a few naysayers tell me that white doves are everywhere; that they are used for release at weddings and some don’t return to home. But, that doesn’t matter they can be everywhere for everyone to see and still they hold a special meaning for me. Whenever a white dove appears to me it’s a visual reminder that God is ever present. It’s as if God is speaking to me and saying, I AM HERE and ALL IS WELL.
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By: Sandi Duncan

The Cable Guy

Here I am waiting for the cable man. He is suppose to be here between 1pm and 4pm, it is now 5pm, where is he? I am trying to simplify my life by having the T.V., the phone and my Internet provider on the same bill. I already had the Internet service so I was going to get the phone and the T.V. done too. They agreed to do the T.V. today and the phone in two weeks because my phone provider could not disconnect my phone until then. I finally decided to call the cable company to find out what happened.

After going through the phone system at the cable company I finally get the customer service rep on the line. Of course she is so sorry that I can’t have my T.V. hooked up today. There must have been a mistake. Yeh, there was a mistake all right. They tell me that I don’t have an appointment for two more weeks to have my T.V. and phone hooked up. Oh no, now what do I do. I just shut off the Dish, oh no. I told her that I had received a recorded message on my phone last night saying that I had an appointment today. Then I had another phone call this morning telling me to be here between 1pm and 4pm because they were going to hook up the T.V. to cable. It was like we were in two different worlds or something; she didn’t seem to understand what I was saying. She kept asking me for the name of the person that called me. I kept telling her that I didn’t get her name because I was not expecting any problems. There was no record of the two calls. Of course they don’t install just one service at a time, now how was I supposed to know that? I took the day off work just to get this taken care of. Then I waited for hours for them to show up. All I got for this was I am so sorry this has happened but we only install all of the services at the same time. It was like they had pre-recorded answers for everything. I was so upset that I actually lost my cool and yelled at her. I just could not believe what was happening. I tried my best to tell her that I needed to have my T.V. hooked up today and that I had two confirmation calls for the appointment today to no avail so I finally gave up. I resigned myself to not having a T.V. for two weeks.

Later after I had cooled of, I began to realize that this just may be a blessing in disguise. I could not watch T.V. so I had to find other entertainment and I did. I read a book, which inspired me to do some new things. I thought, This is great! I have cleaned out my closet and cleaned off my desk and thought of new things to do on my site. Now I know why it was like we were in two different worlds because we were. The Angels were helping me out by making sure that I had time to do all the things I was putting off. Well, they were right. I am getting all the things done that I have wanted to do. Remember that when you want everything one way but it doesn’t happen that way, it just might be for the best. Thank God for Angels!
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An Angel visits my Grandmother

When my grandmother was on her death bed, she had been bed-ridden for weeks. She had also been handicapped before that for well over a year. Unable to even get up from bed she required help for even the simplest things. It is interesting how we all regress and start breaking down as we age. We need the help that small children need even to fulfill the simplest of tasks.

Well one day My Grandmother was near the end. Stuck in bed she asked my Aunt to help her to her chair in the corner so she can be near the photos of her children and grandchildren before she dies. She insisted that she was near the end. My Aunt left the room to get some help and ran to get my other Aunts. As they entered the room they saw an Angel letting my grandmother down on the chair to be by her precious photos. They were shocked of course and as they ran to her side she passed on.

I will never forget that story and neither will my Aunts. I wish I had been there to see this as I never see anything of a supernatural nature. Maybe I wouldn’t have been such an idiot in life growing up had I witnessed this.
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The rest of the Story – Cable Guy

Cont. from 1st post on the Cable Guy …….. In the last three weeks since I have no T.V. I have read several books that I had been planning to read but never had the time. I have fixed up my site. I am caught up on everything. It is just unbelievable how much time I have without a T.V. I really did miss it though; I had no idea what was going on in the world and I didn’t know what the weather was going to be. I had to look up everything I wanted to know on the computer. Not convenient like the T.V. is.

Well, I have T.V. again!! Yeah! It wasn’t easy though, I have to tell you what happened. On Friday when I came home from work there was a note on the door that said sorry we missed you …….. It was from the Cable Guy! I thought, on no, I guess I am not going to have a T.V. for a while; I had made the appointment for Saturday not Friday! So I called the Cable Company and tried to be nice. I asked them why the Cable Guy came on Friday instead of the appointed day of Saturday? They looked everything up and said he was coming on Saturday and they had no idea why anyone had come by on Friday. The next morning I broke the news to my sister. She had this terrible look on her face and she said I am going to call and make sure they are coming today. They assured her they were coming and would be here before noon. Well, to make a long story short the Cable Guy did come on Saturday but it took a long long time to put everything together. The good part is I have T.V. again. I know what is going on in the world and what the weather is going to be, finally. I guess I will finish the book I was reading soon ……………………
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