Angels

"Do You Believe In Magic"

Just for me page !

And anyone else that still "believes" in magic!

I still believe in wishing on an star and have the wish come true.

I believe in the wish bone, to get the bigger end will make my wish come true.

I still believe in fairy s, I still look for them today.

And the Unicorn, how I dreamed to touch one.

Pegasus how I wanted to tame him and call him mine and ride up above the clouds.

I have all the stories in my head, I still dream, of the white knight to come take me away.

I waited for Peter Pan to take me away to Never Never Land.

I tell my little ones of all the wonders there are out there, not to give up hope, to grab your star and hang on to it, not to let go till you get where you are going and then put it in a safe place and never forget about it, to take it out and see the wonder of their star from time to time to remind them of how it was and how hard it was to get there and be thankful for their time on earth.

The Angels in my life, are real. They have saved me many a time and my children. If the mood strikes me one day I may tell you what the Angels have done for me , but for now I hold the stories dear to my heart. I have told my chidren the stories of the Angels and I hope they will tell their children some day too. Well that would be a little selfish of me. so here goes :

I was a new mother for the second time and my new baby was six weeks old.
I had put him on the double bed as a change from laying in his crib.
I was up to my elbows in dish water when he started to cry,
getting louder all the time, then suddenly he stoped crying.
Any mother will tell you as long as you can hear them you know things are ok.
I went to go see what was happening, if he had fallen asleep.
I get to the bed room and my oldest daughter (19 months) was trying
to put the pacifier in his mouth. I thought to myself aahh how sweet.
I went over to pick up the baby and he was blue, starting to turn black.
I didn't know what to do! I thought that maybe he had some
phlegm in his little throat and couldn't get it up. I sat down
and started to put my finger in his mouth to sweep it
out of his thorat. Then what happens next I can only say his Angel or mine saved
the day. Some force stoped my arm from getting any closer to his little mouth.
It is strange but it seemed like my body was taken over . I was just an observer,
as I put the baby face down on the bed and hit him in between
his shoulder blades three times with the heel of my hand.
I then turned his head to see if he was breathing
and as I did a small piece of the pacifier popped
out of his mouth along with spit and blood

If I had followed through with putting my finger in his mouth and throat
I would of lodged the tiny piece if plastic deeper in his throat
and I would of had a dead baby. I didn't know there was anything in there!!
The Angels were watching over him and stopped me from killing my new born son.
The feeling that came over me as I sat and rocked my little boy ,
crying and thanking God and his Angles for stopping me from making a fatal mistake. !!

P.S. I was 18 then, never had any classes on child care, or CPR or any thing
close to it. I had no idea what I was doing or how or where the knowledge came
to me to do as I did that day. My Angel did, and I will forever be thankful for giving my son back to me.

"Updated 5/2/98"

I was told that when I was about 6 weeks old my parents went
on a boat ride with me. To begain with my mother never walked
till she was 16 years old and several operations and convelseson care.
So she was never a truly steady person as her knee would go out on her
at any given moment. Well it was around dusk and the water was muddy and a
very strong current. The little boat was getting swamped.
The motor would not start. So they drifted to a small island in the middle
of the river. As my Mom was trying to step out of the boat a wave
hit her and the boat and knocked her off balance (she was holding me in her arms)
she droped me in the river. Now remember it was dusk they had no lights
to see by the river was muddy and swift. And there I was in the river.
Well true to any hero my Dad dove in where he saw me go under,
took note of which way the current was going and was trying to guess as to where
I would be drug too by the currents. His account was he couldn't see a thing under water,
couldn't even see his hands outstreached in front of him. He told me that he swam
with his hands in front of him feeling for me. He was about to give up(running out of air)this
was the third time he had gone under to find me when he said he felt something brush against his fingers
and he grabbed onto what ever it was and rose to the suface holding on to a one inch of material.
It was me he had felt my long gown brush his fingers and grabbed it. Thank goodness for those long gowns back then.
I was ok, mad as hell as my mom told me, I came up screaming my lungs out.
But no worse the wear for my first swimming lesson.
Now what do you or who do you think made me keep my mouth shut while I was under all that rive water?
Now you tell me that I didn't have a guardian angel watching over me that day.
Yes my Dad was there to save me but what guided his hands to finding that one little piece of gown in those muddy waters that day??
Any one can tell you about a river current and how bad they can be.
This is to let you know that the man that I called Daddy was not my
real father. He raised me from birth, spoiled me rotten,
never raised a hand to me to spank me. Taught me how to service a car
to work on roofs and such. To him his girls made better hands than the sons did,
so we were always taging along on his jobs not as freeloaders but workers.
He took us girls fishing from a very young age. He never told us that we couldn't
do something because we were girls. This man was 45 when I came into his life.
He was never more proud of one of his girls making it in this world.
On a whole, I would not be the person I am today without
his love and caring. Even in my dark days with him.
It all shaped me to take on this world.

This White Unicorn of Luck was adopted at Opelia's Life

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A couple of Angels

A friend sent this poem "What Do Angels Look Like" to me by e mail, she didn't know I was working on this page. I believe the Angels knew, and it was delivered as I was laboring to get this page up. Call it what you will. I say there was an angel's hand in this.

WHAT DO ANGELS LOOK LIKE? Like the little old lady who returned ~ your wallet yesterday.

Like the taxi driver who told you that your eyes
~ light up the world, when you smile.

Like the small child who showed you
~ the wonder in simple things.

Like the poor man who offered to
~ share his lunch with you.

Like the rich man who showed you that it
~ really is all possible, if only you believe.

Like the stranger who just happened to come along,
~ when you had lost your way.

Like the friend who touched your heart,
~ when you didn't think you had one to touch.

Angels come in all sizes and shapes,
~ all ages and skin types.

Some with freckles, some with dimples,
~ some with wrinkles, some without.

They come disguised as friends, enemies,
~ teachers, students, lovers and fools.

They don't take life too seriously,
~ they travel light.

They leave no forwarding address,
~ they ask nothing in return.

They wear sneakers with gossamer wings,
~ they get a deal on dry cleaning.

They are hard to find when your eyes are closed, But
~ they are everywhere you look, when you choose to see.

by Veronica M. Hay

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