The Guarian Angel © by ~grandmajudie

   

by Judie Peavey  Dec. 2006           Everyone has a guardian angel, you see.          Mine once chose to appear to me.           I sat there in the traffic rush.         My car was dead, I could not push.        I raised the hood.        Now help would come. Surely someone would.        I saw a place where help might be,         But "No, sorry.  Too busy".       Two men in a truck behind my car       Honked the horn and with their window just ajar       Shouted insults to my face.       Said I should move my car someplace.      My children then began to fear      And I had to brush away a tear.     Then suddenly, as if in a flash,      He was there beside my dash.     Young and slender, slight of build.     Not exactly what I willed.     Smaller than my thirteen year old     I thought, "Now how can he be so bold?"    The only place to push the car    Was up a hill, oh, not too far.     "If you will just get in and steer,     I'll push you to a place that's clear."     I said "There's no way on your own.     You can't push this car alone."     He firmly spoke, "M'am, Please get in and just be still     And I will push you up this hill."     So, not wanting to hurt his pride,     I thought, "Alright.  I'll take this ride."     I never knew how we got there     And at that moment didn't care.       I opened my door, stepped to the ground,     But the young man was nowhere to be found.     I asked each person standing near,     "Have you seen the young man that pushed my car here?"     They looked at me as if I were crazy     And then I felt my eyes become hazy,     For I suddenly knew who he was and where and why he went.     He hadn't just come; He had been sent.