I have two stories to tell. The first one just happened today. I got to work around 10:00 and talked to some of the ladies for a few minutes and then went upstairs to my cubby hole. About 10 minutes later one of the ladies buzzed Lisa (manager) breathlessly and told her some man just stole her (Lisa’s) purse. The owner, Lisa and I run downstairs. What happened was when Lisa came into the store she put her purse on the cash wrap. A man came in and one of the ladies asked him if he needed any help… well the next thing they knew he had grabbed Lisa’s purse and ran out the door. One of the customers saw him do it and ran after him and got the license plate # of the stolen truck he was in. One of the first things I thought was what if Lisa’s purse was not sitting on the counter. Would he have demanded money from the cash drawer? The police were called and we found out that the truck was stolen and it had a gun in it so we have no idea if he had it on him when he was in the store. We all came to the conclusion, even Lisa, that we would have rather a purse get stolen then someone killed. Someone was definitely watching out for us today.
The other story is one my Mom told me a couple of days ago and it brought chills. Not long ago my Mom’s best friend’s 2 ½ year old granddaughter, Abigail, was looking out the window. She called to her mother and told her to come here because her angel was outside. Well Juanita told her no she wasn’t going to look out the window. The little girl asked her a few more times and finally she looked out the window and of course saw nothing. The next morning Juanita asked Abigail what she wanted for breakfast and Abigail replied… milk and M&M’s. Juanita told her no but Abigail kept asking for it but of course didn’t get it. A while later Abigail and Juanita were looking at Juanita’s wedding album. They came upon a picture with all the bridesmaid and Abigail pointed to one of them and told Juanita, “That’s my angel.” Her angel died a few years ago from a brain aneurism and loved to eat milk and M&M’s for breakfast. I have always heard that children can see things (angels) because their minds are so pure. I love knowing and believing there are angels everywhere.
The other story is one my Mom told me a couple of days ago and it brought chills. Not long ago my Mom’s best friend’s 2 ½ year old granddaughter, Abigail, was looking out the window. She called to her mother and told her to come here because her angel was outside. Well Juanita told her no she wasn’t going to look out the window. The little girl asked her a few more times and finally she looked out the window and of course saw nothing. The next morning Juanita asked Abigail what she wanted for breakfast and Abigail replied… milk and M&M’s. Juanita told her no but Abigail kept asking for it but of course didn’t get it. A while later Abigail and Juanita were looking at Juanita’s wedding album. They came upon a picture with all the bridesmaid and Abigail pointed to one of them and told Juanita, “That’s my angel.” Her angel died a few years ago from a brain aneurism and loved to eat milk and M&M’s for breakfast. I have always heard that children can see things (angels) because their minds are so pure. I love knowing and believing there are angels everywhere.
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