Looking about my
office, Viki admired the angels around her. My office is
filled with angels. Crystal angels, toll angels, angel
cards, stuffed angels, angels on plates. With the exception of
flying angels on a wall hanging, every angel is a gift from my
My room evokes the
feel of heaven. The walls are sky blue with air-brushed clouds.
They look very much like the clouds on this site's
background. It is a very peaceful, beautiful room.
I love it. My
clients love it.
It was about six years
ago, when the angel gifts began arriving. One by one. They came in
the nick of time, and served as reminders that my Heavenly Family
was always with me. They hovered close by, as I lived
through a couple of dark years when my father was dying.
I now have so many
angels, that they have spilled over to our mountain house, which
is appropriately named Heaven.
Viki's sparkling dark
brown eyes landed on a black-haired button angel that sits on a
chiming clock on my desk.
"Have you ever
seen an angel? she asked.
replied. " But I often feel the presence of
me," I urged.
"One day, my
sister and I were in the parking garage of the hospital while
visiting our brother's wife who had just had a baby. We saw a tall
man at a distance with black hair, who was waving vigorously at
us. Even if he was far away, we could see he was smiling
At first, we thought
it was our brother in a long, white hospital gown donned by
fathers-to-be in the delivery room.
We then realized that
this was no ordinary man. In proportion to the garage, he
was a very, very tall figure. We were entranced by his radiant
smile. He was not wearing a hospital gown, but a flowing, white
robe. We smiled and waved back. The next second, he was
We found our
sister's-in-law room to find our brother there with his wife and
newborn. "No," he said. "That wasn't me in the
"That was my
first encounter with an angel. The second time, I was
driving down the freeway, when I saw a fire engine in my rear view
mirror. The driver was honking his horn, signaling with his
hand to pull over.
I did, and there were
at least four of them that piled out. One told me that they
saw smoke coming from my car, and they promptly had the front hood
propped up. Sure enough, the engine was smoking.
Apparently, grease had spattered on the block and was smoking.
I remember thinking
that these were the most unique firemen I'd ever seen. They
were jovial, laughing the entire time.
One of the firemen got
into the driver's seat and drove me to a gas station phone booth
(this was before cell phones), so I could call my husband. The
fire engine followed us.
Before I picked up the
phone, I turned back to thank them. Poof! As suddenly
as they had appeared behind me, they were instantly gone.
They and their fire engine were not to be seen in either
Then, I knew that I
had been rescued by angels. Firemen angels."
Since that time, Viki
went back to school to earn her divinity degree. She feels
that she lives an exceptionally blessed life.
On September 11, she
was vacationing on the island of Kaua`i in Hawai`i. The
flights were grounded for the week, and she was able to explore
the island in depth. She fell in love with the people and
The Aloha Spirit. She felt like she had come home.
Relaxed and at peace,
she gave retirement from her government job serious consideration.
When she returned, she put in for retirement in February.
She has been called to Kaua`i.
She had an angelic
glow as she shared her good news with me.
"Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that, some have entertained angels unawares."
"Life is a Gift."
P.S. If you would
like to share a portion of yourself with words, in response to
this journal entry, you may do it here.
only gift is a portion of thyself..."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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