A Believer
On day in the summer of 1968 my mom and dad split up. I remember running from
my house to the downtown of our city. It was on a Sunday so it was deserted,
and I lay my head in my heads to cry. Within seconds I felt someone touch my
shoulders, I remember it was so soothing...I could just feel the kindness and
comfort. When I looked up just seconds later, the "person" was gone. I was
sittng in such a location that I could see down any block for several hundred
yards, any store within any reasonable distance was closed and there were no
alleys. I know it was an angel. It is over 30 years since that visit and my
wife and I could use a visitation like that once again. God Bless, A Believer.
Keith Paul