Touched by an Angel

I believe in Angels. I believe that many people are sent to watch over each and every one of us at some point in our life. I know I have a guardian Angel. There have been two occasions in my life, in which I am lucky to have walked away from. Both are car accidents. The first was when I was in grade 9 coming home from a school dance. The driver of my car lost control and wrapped around a telephone pole. The pole crushed my door and broke my window. Some how my head was saved. I went through the glass and my head hit the pole.
You know, I haven't thought about this in a long time. And since I hit my head, a lot of my memory prior to and after the accident is gone. I think I may have blocked out a lot of it because it was such a traumatic event for me. It happened 7 years ago and I'm still thinking about it. I just remembered that as I was getting in the car, I told my other friend that we were going to get into an accident on the way home. How would I have known this? It is little reasons like this that make me believe in Angels. Not only was I prepared for it, I was saved with no permanent damage.

Angels come in many forms. It is no secret that I don't enjoy Barrie like I used to. That’s not to say that I don't have some good times while I'm here, but it's not the same. I had put this city up on a pedestal and when it fell, it fell hard. There are just some conversations and interactions that remind me that I am alive and that I have control over my attitudes. There are also those conversations which remind me that somebody is always thinking of me. I made a call to a friend this evening, a person whom I value more than I have for any other person. I've been living such a hectic lifestyle recently, this conversation centered me. And I haven't laughed that hard in so long.

So keep your head up, you always have somebody looking out for you. Weather it is from up above, or people standing around; just pay attention.