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Angel Story From Debra Larson

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A couple of months ago my sister-in-law passed away after a short illness, leaving behind her loving son – my nephew, Sean. She was only 55 and my nephew, 21. Sean was very close to his mother, making it all that much harder to lose her so quickly and at such a young age.

My sister-in-law was cremated and her remains were buried next to her father in Greenwood cemetery. My brother, my nephew and I drove to the cemetery where we met other members of the family for the burial. The ceremony at the gravesite was very touching. When the minister finished with prayers and kind words, Sean placed his mother’s urn into the grave.

After the service, the three of us decided to have breakfast before driving home. Five minutes away was a place called Greenwoods Café. Ironically, it had the same name as the cemetery. It was Veteran’s Day and there was a sign on the door that Veterans eat free. I don’t know if that was the reason it was so crowded or if that was the typical Saturday morning crowd. When we walked in, there were no seats available. I wasn’t sure if we wanted to wait or leave and find another place to eat.

A woman was sitting by herself at a table (right next to us) and asked us if we wanted to join her. It took us a minute to understand exactly what she was asking/offering because it’s not every day a stranger asks if you want to sit at their table and eat with them. We took her up on her offer and sat down with her. About five minutes later a booth opened up and the waitress asked us if we wanted to move to the booth and we said no, we were good where we were. I’m so happy we stayed put.

This lady was so nice and hilarious too. We learned that she’s 74. She joked about how she was in the CIA and insisted my brother was too. She kept telling my brother that she knew him from somewhere and what a good father he is. She thought it was so cool that Sean was studying Cybersecurity. She really took a liking to Sean, telling him how she could tell what a good kid he is. At one point my brother and I started talking about something else and she started talking to Sean like they’ve known each other for years.

So, we ate, talked and laughed for about an hour or so. It wasn’t until we were ready to leave that we introduced ourselves. She said her name is Sister Mary. I couldn’t believe this funny woman who jokingly cursed a couple of times, talked about the Spotted Cow beer she had at the bar last night was a “Sister”. Then she shook my brother’s hand, my hand and gave Sean the biggest, tightest hug I’ve ever seen a stranger give anyone.

We walked out of the restaurant, and I said “Sean, we just had breakfast with your Mom”. I said, it may sound crazy but I believe it. My brother and Sean believe it too.

I couldn’t stop thinking about this encounter the whole drive home. She told my brother what a good Father he is to Sean. She told Sean how proud she is of him and what a good kid he is. And for me, prior to her death, my sister-in-law and I had been talking about going out to breakfast for months. For one reason or another, we didn’t get around to it but she always promised we would. That was the breakfast she promised me! All three of us felt such peace after our angel encounter with Sister Mary.

Angel Story – Angel In The Unemployment Office

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I lost my engineering job with a major company in the Allentown, Pennsylvania in 2002. It was a time when many companies in the area were laying people off. The local economy was weak, so I reasoned that it was best to work on a career change rather than try to compete with people younger than me, for a limited number of job openings. I had a son, Tom who was enrolled in special education at the local Public High School, and since he was dependent upon me for help with his studies, I couldn’t fathom moving out of the area until after he graduated.

The best choice for me was to become a stay-at-home dad during the daytime and attend DeSales University in the evenings, while my wife, Jeanne worked as a customer service representative at a health insurance call center to provide food and medical benefits for the family. It was early spring of 2003 and I had already completed a full year of classes. I was working on a certificate in special education and partway through a class taught by Mrs. Green, a professor who earned extra money teaching college at night while she worked as a middle school special ed teacher during the day. I was relieved to think that once I finished her class, I had only one more to go, but I was also stressed to think that following my last class would be a year-and-a- half of unpaid student teaching. I hadn’t fully thought ahead about whether we could stretch the family budget for that long.

It had been a long time since December of 1976 when I graduated from college with a bachelor’s degree in Chemical Engineering. I had accumulated twenty seven years of engineering experience and was compensated well, but despite this, I had barely enough money saved to attend college classes, so I had to set aside a portion of my retirement money. For me, starting a new career in special education was a way to give back to the community, with lots of satisfaction and knowingly little compensation. The key attraction for me was the giving back part, so when Mrs. Green advised the class not to put in more time than what was absolutely needed with our prospective special ed students, I began to question whether I had made the right career decision. Was it worth taking a fifty percent cut in pay to give back when Mrs. Green didn’t view it that way? Was she a typical special ed teacher? Did others in her field view teaching as only a way to earn money without the giving back part?

I was also feeling money getting tight and worried about the year-and-a-half ahead without compensation, as the money I set aside for education from my retirement fund was starting to dry up. I couldn’t risk not being able to provide for the family, so I regularly visited the Allentown Unemployment Office to attend job seeker seminars and to use their online resources. This time I was a both frustrated and confused as I sat at a computer workstation searching for education grants, and with no luck, I began searching for engineering jobs.

As I pondered what to search for next, one of the aides stopped by and started talking to two ladies of Latin descent sitting at workstations immediately to my left. She talked, and they listened. I had never seen her before, and although it was a one way conversation, I was impressed with the direction that she was giving them. I waited for her to finish and then asked if she would mind answering a few questions for me. She was a woman in her sixties with short gray hair, an average build, and a pleasant disposition. She wore a pale yellow sweater and that’s all I can remember expect for her more than willingness to help.

She said that there was a Pennsylvania grant program and called it by name. She said that I should refer to it by that name when I ask the aides at the front desk for an application. Then she said, “I see that you are searching for engineering jobs, so why are you asking about education grants?” I shared my story and then she touched my hand and said, “You need do what is in your heart.” Her hand was cold, as if she had come in from the winter’s cold even though it was early spring, but her words were warm and soothing. When she suggested that I do what is in my heart, the first thing that came to my mind was “engineering,” and just like that, the bitterness of being laid off was gone. I was instantly reunited with what I loved, the most.

I blurted out “engineering” and asked with thankful eyes, “Do you mind if I ask what your name is?” With a sincere look in her eyes, she said, “I’m Mary.” She didn’t offer her last name, just Mary. “That makes sense,” I said. Mary said, “Why do you say that?” And while she wondered why, I said “because that is the name of the Blessed Mother.”

At that, Mary said, “Go to Monster.com and there will be two jobs waiting there for you.” This woman was very well educated and seemingly experienced in helping others find a job, but I remember thinking that what she said was odd, because I had attended several seminars where the advice had always been not to go to the job boards like Monster. The jobs posted on those sites are usually filled before they post, and the chances for finding a job was less than one percent. Networking was the way to find a job; in fact, the unemployment staff drilled that into us.

When I looked up to question her advice, I noticed that Mary was gone. At the time I didn’t think any more about it and I had no more time to hang out in the unemployment office, so I skipped the front desk on my way out with the plan to call them as soon as I got home. On the drive home I kept thinking about the two options that she had given me. Mary had restored new hope. Maybe I could still make this work.

I was so excited that I wasted no time when I got home and quickly picked up the phone. When I called the unemployment office to ask about the Pennsylvania grant program, I wasn’t expecting the reaction that I was given. I don’t remember exactly, but the staff explained that either I wasn’t eligible for the grant, or that there would be a substantial wait. There may have even been family income restrictions. What I do clearly remember is the lady on the line saying, “How do you know about this grant? It hasn’t been advertised yet. Who told you?”

I explained that one of the case workers told me. “What is her name?” I hesitated for a second, not being sure that I knew her name, then I said, “Oh I know, her name is Mary!”

“Mary…, We don’t have a Mary, are you sure?”

“Yes, her name is Mary. I told her that she shares the name of our Blessed Mother.”

“What does she look like? Can you describe her?”

I told her that Mary was a woman in her sixties who had short gray hair and wore a pale yellow sweater. The voice on the other end of the phone mentioned Karen, one of the staff members who was a woman in her sixties with long wavey gray hair. I think she may have had blonde streaks in her hair. I knew Karen, but that wasn’t Mary. In fact, Karen was one of the staff who advised us not to use the job boards. Except for age and build, there wasn’t a resemblance to Mary. It was apparent that the women at the front desk didn’t know who I was referring to, so I made it my mission to look for this mysterious woman during my upcoming visits to the unemployment office. I never saw Mary again.

The words “Go to Monster.com and there will be two jobs there waiting for you,” began to resonate in my head as I hung up from my call with the front desk, so I got onto my home computer and looked on Monster.com for engineering jobs in the Specialty Compressed Gas Industry. I didn’t expect to find any in this specialized field, let alone two, but I had the inkling to look anyway because Mary told me to.

My search produced exactly two jobs, one in Ohio, and the other in California, so I applied for both. I knew from the lessons of unemployment that interviews were gotten by persistence and follow-up, so I tried contacting the companies directly. I landed an interview with the one in Ohio but had trouble getting the other to answer my calls which left me no option but to leave a message in a general mailbox.

Just as Mary promised, I got the job in Ohio and went to work on May 5th while Jeanne stayed back with Tom who was in his senior year of high school and set to graduate in a few months. Together, they put our house up for sale. I missed them but knew that we would be re-united by the end of summer.

In June, I got a call from Jeanne. She said, “The engineering hiring manager from the company in California called looking for you. I told him that you had already accepted a job, and that you had tried several different ways to reach his company but was not able to get through to a live person.” He said, “That is too bad because Joe would have been a perfect fit for this job. We would have hired him!” I smiled and repeated Mary’s words to myself, “Go to Monster.com and there will be two jobs waiting there for you.”

Angel Story From Joy

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I was leaving my teller job at a local bank in Santa Cruz, CA twenty nine years ago when I was twenty eight years old. I walked to work five days a week. It was a lovely walk from my home to the bank through a residential neighborhood and took me about fifteen minutes. As I left work this particular day, I noticed it was beginning to rain so I was using my umbrella as I crossed the busy street in front of the bank. I was using the crosswalk and it was a crosswalk without any stop lights. So I always looked very carefully before I crossed the street. I did see cars far to the right of the crosswalk but the speed limit was twenty five mph so I felt I had plenty of time to cross. As I started across and had stepped several steps in the road, I was hit by a car. The next thing I remembered was waking up in the hospital with a nurse telling me I was going into surgery soon and I had been hit by a car.

I did fully recover after about six weeks after having surgery to repair my broken right shoulder, broken right elbow, and torn right knee ligaments. Also my pelvis was fractured. I was lucky to have a top emergency room doctor operate on me and care for me during my two week stay in the hospital.

While recuperating in the hospital I was informed that I was hit by a drunk driver who fled the scene after hitting me. He did return later but not to own up to hitting me but just to see if I was going to survive. The police questioned him when they saw his damaged windshield and witnesses said he was the driver so he was arrested right away after also failing a sobriety test.

I was informed several months later during the court hearing for the drunk driver that a couple had stopped their car to protect me while I was laying unconscious in the crosswalk. I never found out who this couple was but I know they were my guardian angels. I have thought about their heroic act quite frequently through the years and I am so grateful for this Divine power of angels from God. I was very young when this accident happened and have had a lot of wonderful times since this horrific day. I thank my blessings from God everyday and I’m so thankful to God for sending my guardian angels to save my life on that rainy evening.

Encounter With An Angel – Submission By Kathy Noel DeCaria

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DO NOT BE AFRAID

Angel Stories

On the morning of March 31st 1987, around 3:00 am, as I slept alone in my apartment, I was aroused by three very gentle tugs of my bed covers, by the foot area of the bed. I had my bed covers up around my neck, which is always how I sleep. I did not awaken, but was aware of SOMETHING. I guess I fell back to sleep, but the same three gentle tugs came again. I again was aroused, but again did not open my eyes. The third time the tugging happened, I was aroused enough to turn around to my right, and open my eyes.

What I saw was a most beautiful man standing, now away from my bed, by the side of my bedroom wall. A white light surrounded him from head to foot. All I could see of his skin, were his hands and face, which was a dark bronze type color, but not real dark. He was not looking at or facing me now but was facing my living room door, which was open.

As I stared at him I took in his garment. He was wearing the most beautiful white long robe .He had a sash around his waist of the same color, but about 6 inches high. The white robe was a color white that I remember as so beautiful that I had never seen such a beautiful cloth before. He had a white turban wrapped around his head, which covered all hair. Like I said, all I could see was his face and hands. He stood very straight and his arms were straight down by his side. What a beautiful face he had. He had to have been almost 8 feet tall. I say that because my ceilings in that apartment were at least that high, and he almost reached the ceiling.

He said ” Do not be afraid, it is the voice of god, read Isaiah, man of the patient realm. ” At this point, I do not know how he got from the wall to the side of my bed, but somehow he was right there. He reached out his mighty arms as he bent over coming down, as if he were going to pick me up. Which is exactly what he did. All of a sudden I was cradled in his arms, but I now felt as if I was just a little baby, cradled in the arms of her mother, wrapped in a warm blanket. Then I heard a noise that sounded like a whizzing sound, and we were moving in that sound. Then, we were standing on a very rich and beautiful earth, which somehow I could seem to feel with what seemed now to be BARE FEET. We were in some sort of what seemed like a market place of some kind. There were others walking around like him, in the same white robes… some were alone and some were walking in twos. We were facing a booth, which resembled a booth at a carnival.

Inside the booth were three rows high of the largest vessels, hand crafted, in type… He then said to me, standing on my right side, “choose something”. I said, ” I don’t have any money”. He then answered, “You don’t need money here, everything is free”. At this point I remember hearing that same whizzing sound and remember that we again seemed to be moving at a great speed. Now we are again standing by the same side of my bed. He very slowly begins to lean over, with me in his arms, again feeling like a child cradled in a warm blanket, he begins to lean over and carefully and very gently places me back into my body. I could now feel my body in the bed, and he was gone. I thought about it for a while, because it all happened so fast.

Realizing that something happened, I got up out of bed and turned on a nightlight to write down “Isaiah, man of the patient realm”. For the next few days I read the book of Isaiah. I found out that God is real, and that he heard all my cries for help and proof that he was indeed there.

by Kathy Noel DeCaria

Encounter With An Angel – Submission By Jill Maksym

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I was visited by an angel in the late 1990’s…

My mother and I were not getting along at the time. She was verbally abusive. She was hurtful, etc. I did not want to be around her and was having a difficult time dealing with her. I reluctantly agreed to meet her at a Bob Evan’s restaurant because I felt she was my mother and I did love her.

We were seated in a booth. She began to start criticizing me and verbally abusing me as usual. I just sat there while she hurled the abusive and hurtful things at me. In the atmosphere of the restaurant, I could hear the banging of knives and forks and conversations of all the people there.

Then, something changed. All of a sudden it was like a new sound frequency had happened. I could no longer hear my mother’s voice or the other people in the restaurant, etc. There was a high pitch sound as if a thousand violins were playing the highest note possible at the same time. My mother was still talking. I turned to my left and noticed a person cleaning the empty table across from us. The table was not dirty and did not need to be cleaned.

As I watched this…man…I knew something was very different about him. He was dressed as a waiter in clean black slacks with a perfect crease in the front and he wore a crisp, clean white shirt. But, it was the way he was cleaning and his appearance that made me captivated. You see, he was smiling while he moved the salt and pepper shakers out to clean behind them and most importantly, his head was the color of black and bronze. From the top of his head, there was a golden light as if his head was lit from within with a warm glow. He was bald. He went about cleaning that table as if it was the most joyful thing to him. He loved doing it. He then turned to me and smiled. When I saw his entire face, it glowed. I was mesmerized. I could not take my eyes off of him. He was looking into my soul. As far as he and I were concerned, there were no other beings around. He then came over to me and softly whispered in my left ear, “Can I get you anything?” Can I do something for you?”

I could not move my mouth to answer. It was as if I had seen a celebrity and was dumb struck. He stayed near me waiting to find out if I needed something. His voice was soft and well, there are no adjectives in any language to describe it. He knew I was upset with my mother. I managed to eek out a wimpy, “no” when he asked me if he could get me something. Then he took his left arm and covered my mother’s face as if to tell me, “don’t pay any attention to her.” He then asked again, “Can I do something for you?” For a moment that seemed to last a lifetime, only he and I were there…kind of suspended in a time warp or another dimension. While there, I felt the most abundant peaceful state that I have ever felt in my lifetime. It was intense peace that hovered over me and in me. Then, he left and walked away.

I looked at my mother and she was still carrying on talking like she did not see him at all. Then, the frequency changed in the atmosphere. I could hear the knives and forks clanging on the plates and the other conversations again. I sat there….and I said to my mother, “I am leaving.” I got up and went to my car. I was still in a peaceful state. I do not remember how I drove home. I felt as if I was floating in peace and tranquility.

Two weeks later, my husband and I went to the same Bob Evan’s restaurant. We were seated in the same booth that my mother and I were in before. The whole time we were there I kept thinking that maybe I would see this angel again. I asked myself, “Will he show up?” I wanted to thank him. We ate and my husband got up to go to the register to pay the check. I was following behind him. But, I stopped. I then looked up at the breakfast bar area and …..there he was.

It was my angel. He was alone standing up against the bar. He had his arms crossed against his chest. I froze. I didn’t know how to tell him, “Thank you.” I looked to the right and saw my husband at the register and it was alright because he did not know I was not with him. I started to walk up to the angel and he…mentally told me not to do that because….no one else could see him but me and that would look weird if I were to start talking to him. So, I stopped and looked at him and said, “thank you.” He was grinning from ear to ear and nodded. In fact, at the time, he was quite pleased with himself in that he felt he had sort of “gotten me” like it was a nice little joke to speak. He did have a sense of humor.

I turned to walk toward my husband and then turned back to see the angel and he was gone. The day with my mother, he came to give me peace. The peaceful feeling he gave me lasted for hours. And, I don’t know how to describe him. I can tell you that he was the most exquisite and beautiful being I have ever seen. The beauty of his perfect features is not easy to describe using words from this earth. He was perfect in every feature. Perfect. They say that some times people may just fall down and die when they see an angel because of their perfect beauty and love. I can understand this. But, i did not die. I think he was able to not release his beauty and power to a certain extent so that I would be able to understand his message.