Anonymous Angels

I was lower than low with no clue which way to go. Thanksgiving was quickly approaching and I needed to tell my son, without showing woe, that there would be no turkey for roasting. I felt like an adult failure unworthy of a savior. Never in my grown life had I known such strife and my money anxiety was thick enough to knife. On the morn I determined to tell my son, an unexpected check came via the U.S. mail and relief winds lifted my hopes into a sail. I rushed to my bank to make the deposit, then straight to shopping for our food closet. At the checkout, I crashed and burned as my emotions were again angst-turned. Card Declined – and tears had me blind as I asked the cashier to watch my cart while I drove for info my bank might depart. I learned when your funds are a sad balance banks are horribly strict and even callus. I had little money so I could not have my money for five banking days and that induced a haze where new tears fell followed by a numb-daze. I stumble-drove back to my cart and the store to tell them sorry, but I was way too poor and would return all items to their place. The cashier listened with a smile on her face and when she spoke, I was lifted by grace: The woman who had been behind me in line had bought all in my cart and it was mine. I do not remember this stranger’s face, but will forever bear her kindness embrace ~~ My own angel had anchored me among the faithful. ... CayCay April 18, 2018