Angels on My Doorstep
Who would have thought!!! Rain. Almost NO snow this winter. What little we have had frustrated me at first, because Clo for sure can't shovel and I am limited. However, as is ALWAYS true, an angel will come when one is needed. Neighbours abound. Life is full of surprises and most of them are loving and kind. There are at least 3 willing souls living very close to us, who LIKE the exercise and are most willing to help us with snow issues. How lucky can one be!!
I don't think I told you about the applesauce angel, did I? Two days after receiving Clo's drastic and ominous cancer diagnosis, I was walking Aimee in the neighbourhood. Ahead of me I noticed a woman across the street talking with a man on his porch. She left him and crossed the street and happened to be right in front of us. We made eye contact, said hello, wondered if we knew each other and she reached to hand me a quart cottage cheese container. "Would you like some still warm, homemade applesauce?" she asked. "I have been passing it around the neighbourhood and I have extra!". It felt like a gift from the heavens. Warm, homemade applesauce. Like I used to make for my kids. Brown sugar, skins still on, delicious. An angel who unknowingly helped me remember the good, the kind, the love, in the world even when there is fear and pain and uncertainty.
All my life I have been taken care of by angels. At airports, on highways, on city streets, in hospitals.....again and again. When I loose track of angel contact I am reminded by finding a penny or a dime, which tells me every time that one or ten or however many, angels, are watching and taking notice.
Write to me about your angels. I will publish it on the blog if you want. Look for the little but significant random acts of kindness that impact you every day and you often forget to notice. Be aware when you are someones angel. A friend did not even realize she had lost her wallet with $500 cash in it plus credit and debit cards. It had fallen in the middle of the road in down town Toronto. She received a phone call from Il Fernello's, right across the street from where the wallet dropped, telling her someone had turned it in to them. Angels in all kinds of disguises. Everything was intact when she picked up her wallet.
Tell someone you love how they have been an angel for you. Think of someone for whom you want to unknowing to them, be their angel. Have fun. Play with it. Laugh. Enjoy. Love.
Hugs to all, Nancy
I don't think I told you about the applesauce angel, did I? Two days after receiving Clo's drastic and ominous cancer diagnosis, I was walking Aimee in the neighbourhood. Ahead of me I noticed a woman across the street talking with a man on his porch. She left him and crossed the street and happened to be right in front of us. We made eye contact, said hello, wondered if we knew each other and she reached to hand me a quart cottage cheese container. "Would you like some still warm, homemade applesauce?" she asked. "I have been passing it around the neighbourhood and I have extra!". It felt like a gift from the heavens. Warm, homemade applesauce. Like I used to make for my kids. Brown sugar, skins still on, delicious. An angel who unknowingly helped me remember the good, the kind, the love, in the world even when there is fear and pain and uncertainty.
All my life I have been taken care of by angels. At airports, on highways, on city streets, in hospitals.....again and again. When I loose track of angel contact I am reminded by finding a penny or a dime, which tells me every time that one or ten or however many, angels, are watching and taking notice.
Write to me about your angels. I will publish it on the blog if you want. Look for the little but significant random acts of kindness that impact you every day and you often forget to notice. Be aware when you are someones angel. A friend did not even realize she had lost her wallet with $500 cash in it plus credit and debit cards. It had fallen in the middle of the road in down town Toronto. She received a phone call from Il Fernello's, right across the street from where the wallet dropped, telling her someone had turned it in to them. Angels in all kinds of disguises. Everything was intact when she picked up her wallet.
Tell someone you love how they have been an angel for you. Think of someone for whom you want to unknowing to them, be their angel. Have fun. Play with it. Laugh. Enjoy. Love.
Hugs to all, Nancy
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