I first met my angels when I was going through a tornado of my teenage son’s issues. I was running on empty. Nothing I tried worked. I’d go sit in church and cry alone. Naturally a nun would find me just when I was at my scariest crying face stage. I even went to my dad’s grave and sat talking to him. I hoped he’d have some ideas for me and send me a message. The next day my son got thrown out of school.
My angels arrived unexpectedly during a massage when I broke down sobbing. I thought I was having a nervous breakdown and asked my Guardian Angel to be with me. Two angels arrived and I went from breakdown to complete peace in seconds. I’ve never known such love and peace. Maybe they gave me a glimpse of Heaven.
So this morning, writing this piece for Chicken Soup, has brought me on a long and winding stroll down Memory Lane. I hope they’ll accept it. If not, I’ll put it my book Angel Bumps. Now there’s an idea!