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Do You Believe in Angels?
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In the first winter of my daughter Kay’s move to Michigan, the family had gotten really excited about ice! Having grown up in the south, both Kay and John, with their two little girls, were just amazed at such possibilities as ice skating, ice fishing, camping and cooking around a fire with friends. So different from fishing and swimming and visiting with friends around similar campfires in the south.
As Kay was starting the fire to get things ready for their cookout, talking with her new friend while the husbands and children were skating, a sudden strange quiet came from the lake. Then a sudden scream. The ice had broken and one of the friends had fallen in. John leaned out to take her hand, and he also fell in. The husband of first victim was holding on to one of her hands and one of Johns, and they were yelling for help.
Kay, all 105 pounds of her, ran to a fence and pulled off a log and started down the hill to take it. Suddenly a couple of men walked up, saw the problem and took the log from her and hurried it down to the shore. She pushed it on out and they were able to get hold of it, and support themselves to get out of the icy water and back to the fire.
Huddled around the fire, wrapped in blankets, drinking hot coffee and just being thankful for the lives of the three, suddenly Kay looked up and said, “where did our helpers get to? I didn’t even say Thank You to them.” Everyone said, “what helpers, we didn’t see anyone but you dragging that huge log down the hill”
Kay went into great detail to explain that a Park Ranger in his brown uniform, and an older, grey haired man in a red plaid shirt, ‘like my granddaddy always wore’ had come up just at the right time and saw that she could not budge the fence log. They had, together, done it for her.
So the entire party got up and went to the Ranger Station to say “Thank you for saving our lives”. The answer they got was there were no rangers on duty in that area of the park. No one could be identified as having been there.
We know that it was Angels. Kay is convinced that one of them was her beloved Granddaddy Gene.
Margaret Attaya http://whitepomegranate.blogspot.com
Article submitted Monday, July 11, 2011 & read 1 times.
Margaret Attaya is a freelance writer, living with a dog she loves and two cats she tolerates. She is concerned about the cost of electricity, and promotes solar power. She is concerned about the contents of pet food, and cooks for her dog. Her major activities, besides writing, are volunteering at her local food bank, and working with her church. She considers herself a Mere Christian, Episcopal, and a political conservative.
Her inspirational blog is http://whitepomegranate.blogspot.com. Her pet website is http://www.myrescuepets.net.
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