I Know I Have a Guardian Angel
My Guardian Angel Dosent Look Like Angels Should... the first time i saw my angel i was young,
it frightened me so much i passed out.
it dose not look like what we have been led to believe angles should. no feathery wings or golden glow, no harp or halo.
i feared it for years and thought it was there to torment me. over the years it has guided me, saved mine and others life's.
i died several times when i was young, i passed over, what guards me from harm and has helped me save others, inst what i saw when i was dead.
one time i was walking home late with my brother and friends. and my angel kept calling me by name in a taunting tone,
telling me to stop and turn around, over and over, i felt a tug at my leg and looked into its face, i spun and told it to f off.
at this my friend called my brother back, who had walked on in front. my friend was concerned as i suffer from epilepsy, he thought i was having a turn. as to him i was shouting at the ground and getting irate at thin air.
as my brother approached, my angel hissed told you. then vanished into the shadows. i turned to see an articulated lorry loose control , crash through the barrier and take out the side of a building.
all of us would have been in the line of the lorry's path .if my angel had not annoyed me so much as for me to stop. all six of us would be dead.
this is one of the times i have been lucky enough and grateful for my angel.
i suppose as in life. not every thing that looks good and beautiful is good. my angel may not be beautiful to look at. but i am grateful for its guidance.
it frightened me so much i passed out.
it dose not look like what we have been led to believe angles should. no feathery wings or golden glow, no harp or halo.
i feared it for years and thought it was there to torment me. over the years it has guided me, saved mine and others life's.
i died several times when i was young, i passed over, what guards me from harm and has helped me save others, inst what i saw when i was dead.
one time i was walking home late with my brother and friends. and my angel kept calling me by name in a taunting tone,
telling me to stop and turn around, over and over, i felt a tug at my leg and looked into its face, i spun and told it to f off.
at this my friend called my brother back, who had walked on in front. my friend was concerned as i suffer from epilepsy, he thought i was having a turn. as to him i was shouting at the ground and getting irate at thin air.
as my brother approached, my angel hissed told you. then vanished into the shadows. i turned to see an articulated lorry loose control , crash through the barrier and take out the side of a building.
all of us would have been in the line of the lorry's path .if my angel had not annoyed me so much as for me to stop. all six of us would be dead.
this is one of the times i have been lucky enough and grateful for my angel.
i suppose as in life. not every thing that looks good and beautiful is good. my angel may not be beautiful to look at. but i am grateful for its guidance.
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