The man looked up at me and as he started to speak his sobs choked in his throat. He told me that SUV was all he owned and someone had slashed his tires. That SUV was his house, his way to work. I asked him if someone was coming; he told me yes and so I left to get him gas. When I came back and helped him fill his car, he broke down and what he said nearly broke my heart.
"No one is coming. No one is coming. I am alone. My family isn't coming. No one is coming! This is all I have; I'm trying so hard to turn things around. No one is coming!
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My Mortal Angels |
It left me so so grateful that only a phone call away was my mother, my father, my brothers and my angel sister: people who when I am stranded come.
My Mortal Angels |
Thank you for the reminder to be grateful for the angels in my life.
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