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My Guardian Angel
Do you believe in angels? I believe I may have met my guardian angel years ago.
Although, I earned a scholarship that covered my first year of college, I had to work my way through the rest of the time. I would rent an apartment with some of my friends for the school year and then move back home to work the summer elsewhere.
In May of ’88, my then boyfriend and future husband, Rex, was helping me move out of my second story apartment. We dreaded carrying my heavy white couch down the stairs. Brainiac Rex came up with the idea of moving the couch out over the balcony. The person on the bottom would hold the couch until the person on top came down to help and then we would happily load it in the truck. Guess who was on the bottom? Initially, it seemed like a good idea. But soon I realized that my lack of upper body strength was a problem and the loose paint that the couch was kicking off the building and down into my eyes didn’t help either. (I should mention here that this is probably the type of thing that gives apartment managers aneurysms, but I will have to ask my apartment manager sister about that.) I was trembling with the effort when an unusually tall, good-looking, blond man appeared and said, “Let me help you.”
I had so much dried paint flakes in my eyes that it was difficult to see, but he effortlessly helped lower the couch. I barely had time to thank him–by the time Rex came down the stairs, he was gone.
You probably are thinking how could he be an angel, but I have always thought he was… Trust me, I had never seen him before and although I had a boyfriend, I WOULD have remembered him.
We all have experiences that seem uncanny or remarkable. I will always remember this one.