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I Know an Angel
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I always liked the idea of Angels. All the goodness of God, but without the fear stuff that people tried to teach me about when I was a kid. Well, now I know I like Angels. I know a few of them really, and amazingly enough they look just like humans too. I even went to dinner with one once.
We ate like kings, feasting on all the best things the great restaurant had to offer, and even took some with us when we left. This angel treated me to the dinner that night, but to make me not feel funny she had me hold the cash. I did so reluctantly, since I am not proud that way, but it made her happy. I guess Angels are very sensitive to all sorts of things as I soon learned in a new and different way.
We were heading back to the car, and talking as we went, I barely able to walk upright and breath at the same time because of my overstuffing. I had had a great time and was ready for a long nap! She actually refrained from a total overstuffing. See, she cooks too, so probably didn't regard this as her "last good meal for a month" as I did perhaps.
People were all around us that evening, some nicely dressed, others casually, and still others with a scruffy sort of look that became them. It was an interesting mixture on that warm Friday night. I was rooted in the moment - my moment.
As we approached the street, I watched for what the traffic was doing, but she, being an Angel, noticed something entirely different. Somehow, in ways mysterious to me at the time, she sensed something more urgent and real - the need, fear and loneliness of another among us.
As she broke away from my hand suddenly and without warning or apparent cause, I heard her say, "Oh, you poor dear. Look at you here all alone. Have you eaten tonight?" as if she was the young man's mother who hadn't seen him for a year. Instantly knowing what to do and how to be, the lovely golden haired Angel crouched to the man's level, he sitting next to a bus bench some steps from me with a backpack nearby.
His soul smiled upon seeing her genuine caring way, stammering in a struck but honest way, "Well, no I haven't eaten."
"Well! (in a harumph sort of way)," she retorted. "We're just going to have to do something about that, aren't we?" turning back to me with an expectant look.
I was like a deer in the headlights, feeling more that stupefied, since I had been watching this purely caring display without a concern for my potential part in it. I stood there stunned as she looked at me trying silently to get me to awaken to my duty of the moment. Then she indicated and whispered to me, "Give him something."
I was a real klutz just then, not realizing what she really meant. Like a silly boy of four I handed him my desert. He took it thankfully, as she giggled in the most loving and childlike way I've ever known. She just couldn't help it watching me so wildly miss my que.
"Well, honey, I meant to give him money," she gently and quietly corrected me. As if leftovers weren't good enough," I might have thought, since I certainly valued them. This was fresh carrot cake we were talking about here! But then again, in hindsight it wasn't really suitable for a fully balanced meal unless you consider two of my favorite food groups cake and frosting.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said as I blushed like a ripe beet in season. I still had her money... It was finally dawning on me... She wanted me to fork over some cash - her cash - and I even got to look like the giving party too. She cared not about any of that, and I didn't really either. I had forgotten I even had it in the first place, and didn't have any cash to speak of with me otherwise, which is why I so easily surrendered the only thing I thought I had to offer - my food.
I finally reached for my wallet, barely able to get it out since my pants were so full with my fat belly at the time. I opened it up, dodging the flurry of moths and pulled out a twenty. "Is this what you meant?" I asked, still blushing from the silly moment when I had the opportunity to smoothly assist an angel.
Wow! I sure blundered on this first act. And what was worse I guess is that I hadn't even noticed him there crying in soul and panicked about his next turn for food. I could tell his pride would surely leave him wanting before he did anything about his hunger. He was a very pleasant young man.
"Yes, that's fine," she replied with healing in her voice to my bruised ego and a long warm smile dancing in her amused but caring eyes. I must have been some silly display right then.
I handed him the money as he looked me in the eye thankful and awed by this touching moment afforded him by such a gracious woman. He then grinned slyly, seeing my discomfort in the moment.
Breaking the stillness of this awkward scene with my own talent for well timed humor, I said with a hopeful tone and half-extended hand, "Does this mean that I can have back my carrot cake?"
Written by: Geoffrey (Jeff) Nickerson
Copyright (c) 1998 Geoffrey Nickerson
Submitted by Richard
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I always liked the idea of Angels. All the goodness of God, but without the fear stuff that people tried to teach me about when I was a kid. Well, now I know I like Angels. I know a few of them really, and amazingly enough they look just like humans too. I even went to dinner with one once.
We ate like kings, feasting on all the best things the great restaurant had to offer, and even took some with us when we left. This angel treated me to the dinner that night, but to make me not feel funny she had me hold the cash. I did so reluctantly, since I am not proud that way, but it made her happy. I guess Angels are very sensitive to all sorts of things as I soon learned in a new and different way.
We were heading back to the car, and talking as we went, I barely able to walk upright and breath at the same time because of my overstuffing. I had had a great time and was ready for a long nap! She actually refrained from a total overstuffing. See, she cooks too, so probably didn't regard this as her "last good meal for a month" as I did perhaps.
People were all around us that evening, some nicely dressed, others casually, and still others with a scruffy sort of look that became them. It was an interesting mixture on that warm Friday night. I was rooted in the moment - my moment.
As we approached the street, I watched for what the traffic was doing, but she, being an Angel, noticed something entirely different. Somehow, in ways mysterious to me at the time, she sensed something more urgent and real - the need, fear and loneliness of another among us.
As she broke away from my hand suddenly and without warning or apparent cause, I heard her say, "Oh, you poor dear. Look at you here all alone. Have you eaten tonight?" as if she was the young man's mother who hadn't seen him for a year. Instantly knowing what to do and how to be, the lovely golden haired Angel crouched to the man's level, he sitting next to a bus bench some steps from me with a backpack nearby.
His soul smiled upon seeing her genuine caring way, stammering in a struck but honest way, "Well, no I haven't eaten."
"Well! (in a harumph sort of way)," she retorted. "We're just going to have to do something about that, aren't we?" turning back to me with an expectant look.
I was like a deer in the headlights, feeling more that stupefied, since I had been watching this purely caring display without a concern for my potential part in it. I stood there stunned as she looked at me trying silently to get me to awaken to my duty of the moment. Then she indicated and whispered to me, "Give him something."
I was a real klutz just then, not realizing what she really meant. Like a silly boy of four I handed him my desert. He took it thankfully, as she giggled in the most loving and childlike way I've ever known. She just couldn't help it watching me so wildly miss my que.
"Well, honey, I meant to give him money," she gently and quietly corrected me. As if leftovers weren't good enough," I might have thought, since I certainly valued them. This was fresh carrot cake we were talking about here! But then again, in hindsight it wasn't really suitable for a fully balanced meal unless you consider two of my favorite food groups cake and frosting.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said as I blushed like a ripe beet in season. I still had her money... It was finally dawning on me... She wanted me to fork over some cash - her cash - and I even got to look like the giving party too. She cared not about any of that, and I didn't really either. I had forgotten I even had it in the first place, and didn't have any cash to speak of with me otherwise, which is why I so easily surrendered the only thing I thought I had to offer - my food.
I finally reached for my wallet, barely able to get it out since my pants were so full with my fat belly at the time. I opened it up, dodging the flurry of moths and pulled out a twenty. "Is this what you meant?" I asked, still blushing from the silly moment when I had the opportunity to smoothly assist an angel.
Wow! I sure blundered on this first act. And what was worse I guess is that I hadn't even noticed him there crying in soul and panicked about his next turn for food. I could tell his pride would surely leave him wanting before he did anything about his hunger. He was a very pleasant young man.
"Yes, that's fine," she replied with healing in her voice to my bruised ego and a long warm smile dancing in her amused but caring eyes. I must have been some silly display right then.
I handed him the money as he looked me in the eye thankful and awed by this touching moment afforded him by such a gracious woman. He then grinned slyly, seeing my discomfort in the moment.
Breaking the stillness of this awkward scene with my own talent for well timed humor, I said with a hopeful tone and half-extended hand, "Does this mean that I can have back my carrot cake?"
Written by: Geoffrey (Jeff) Nickerson
Copyright (c) 1998 Geoffrey Nickerson
Submitted by Richard
