Another Angel Comes To Me

How many times have I met them that I am aware of? Three I think. I've seen four though, if it was three, and I'm pretty sure it was.

I went to my son's and dropped off some things, because I spend four nights a week at his house babysitting. I then left for the store at the end of my son's street, to buy a couple lotto tickets. It was when I reached the end of his road that I would normally cross the street. The store is just diagonal from here, but on this occasion I noticed a large black man with a full beard passing, and had I crossed then I would have walked straight into him. I waited until I saw I would be behind him a few feet, noticing he too was going to the same store. When he approached the entrance, the man opened and held the door for me. He turned around smiling, and I did not react with anything more than common curtesy. I returned a smile, saying 'Thank you' before entering.

I went straight to the back and placed my purse by the coffee machine, then turned to look for him, but he was not there. Why would I feel the need to do this? Because when he turned to face me at the time he opened the door coming into the store, he was a well dressed white man, bald and clean shaven. He was no longer the dull dressed black man with hair on his head and face whom I had followed. My first thought was 'Angel,' but I could not yet see the relevance for one to deliberately reveal himself to me.

I withdrew $20 from the ATM next to the coffee, and then to the counter approaching the clerk who stood behind it, and he also approached at that same time. He had no items in his hands. I requested a pen from the clerk, and the man asked 'Do you need a pen?' I told him the clerk would have one, and he literally insisted I take his pen. A silver, expensive looking one. I did so and said 'It will be a minute,' and I went back to the coffee machine counter to fill out the numbers.

This gentleman made friendly small talk with the night clerk and waited with patience. The numbers I saw most were 7, 8, 3, so I played those and searched for a fourth number, but it eluded me, so I made an educated guess. I made a mistake, rewrote them again, and chose two more sets. This always takes time for me to think of what numbers felt like winners if I didn't prepare prior to my purchase. I wondered if the man regretted lending me his pen yet? When I returned to the clerk and the man, I handed him back his pen with a 'thank you'. The man smiled. I wondered if he was a cop having dressed so nicely, considering my ex roommate I recently kicked out was arrested for dealing. Maybe they thought I was a participant of his crappy choice of work, and they might be watching me. I've never seen a cop transform from a hairy black man, who dressed shabby, to a clean cut white guy before. The only way to know was if I won on any of the numbers I chose.

The following day, I won over $100.00, and later that evening I wondered if the angel's touch was still around, so I tried my luck on the online lotto. I won $50 more.

I am convinced he is an Angel, and I feel comforted that they are watching me. I need to know at the end of this most difficult, shockwave of a year that God is with me. I know he is, but this showed me physically that he is. During a time of feeling unimportant to anyone, I realize I am important to someone. I am important to the one who is the most important.

I felt pretty uplifted.