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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I count on angels. They speak to me. Not in voices, but telepathically. They do not leave me alone until I do certain things. I know it is an angel due to their persistent tenacity. Call Toni. I think “later”, but then I hear “call Toni now.” It is not a voice, it is an insistence, and it does not let up. Invariably, there is a reason. One time I heard an angel give me directions. She wanted me to take a library book back. The library was closed. I had sat down for the first time in six hours. My children were bathed. I did not want to. The voice did not let up. I asked my husband to take the library book back. He refused, saying it was already after hours. We would pay the fine. The voice kept yelling at me. Louder and louder. I drove to the library, furious with my husband. When I arrived it looked like there was a rumble. Terrified, I went to a back entrance, jumped out, put the book in the slot. Ran to my car, and tried to escape before I was killed. The mob surrounded my car. The mob was fourteen teenagers. They were screaming and crying. I rolled my window down and asked what was happening. They told me they were from out-of-town. They had been to the mall. They were supposed to meet at the busses at nine o’clock. It was 9:07 p.m. They had no idea how to get back to the mall. The angel knew what she was doing. She had to find a woman with a big car. She had to find a woman who was petite, not scary. She had to find a woman who would break down to badgering. I was driving the largest station wagon ever created. I hit the “unlock” button and said “jump in.” I turned that car and we raced to the mall. As I came up to six busses with some really worried adults We were screaming and laughing. I was honking. The girls were yelling. Some had their arms out the windows. They were so grateful, I have not forgotten it. The angel knew not to send my husband. He is looks like a linebacker and is six foot four. I have never forgotten how this angel sent me in March of 1980 to save fourteen girls from Mt. Ayre Iowa.
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