One day my friend Bob, who has multiple sclerosis, mentioned how Angus had helped him retrieve something he couldn\u2019t reach from his wheelchair. I knew his wife, Rita, and his cat, Patches, but Angus? \u201cOh, Angus is what I\u2019ve named my guardian angel,\u201d he explained.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d always been a skeptic but Bob was a pretty smart guy, so I decided maybe there was something to this guardian angel business after all. Still, even if I did have my own angel, the idea of naming it seemed presumptuous.<\/p>\n
About a week later I was putting pans away after baking a batch of cookies when I strained my back trying to close the drawer under the oven. I called my handyman to come fix it, but there was no answer. Then the thought of Bob and Angus popped into my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cGod, if I have one,\u201d I prayed, \u201clet my guardian angel help me with this drawer.\u201d<\/p>\n
I heard a knock at the garage door. I couldn\u2019t imagine who would come to the garage door at the back of the house, or how anyone had gotten by our dog without him barking. I cautiously opened the door to two older gentlemen in overalls.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe got your call,\u201d one said, \u201cand we\u2019ve come to fix your door.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t need my door fixed; I need my drawer fixed,\u201d I said. \u201cAre you sure you\u2019re at the right house? I didn\u2019t call you.\u201d<\/p>\n
He showed me the work order. I admitted that everything except the first name was correct. \u201cThis says Beth called,\u201d I pointed out. \u201cI\u2019m Joan.\u201d I didn\u2019t know any Beths. \u201cBut since you\u2019re here, could you look at my drawer?\u201d I pleaded.<\/p>\n
They agreed, and in no time they had it refitted. I tried to pay them, but they refused.<\/p>\n
\u201cAt least take some cookies,\u201d I insisted, and off they went, each with a handful of chocolate chip cookies, grinning like schoolboys.<\/p>\n
Later that evening, I realized God hadn\u2019t just sent me help, He\u2019d actually told me my angel\u2019s name.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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