(quote) Of course, I believe these angels are the people I loved who have died, and I truly think that they've come to save me and my friends on numerous occasions... (unquote)
Yes, Vudak, I tend to think the same way about angels. Ties in with continuum of spirits and souls and energy not dying and that sort of thing. Much easier to live considering the glass half full instead of half empty.
Another personal example, and this is embarrassing, but might be useful to someone else sometime, so thought I'd better share it.
I was mired in a deadend job and not providing for my family the way I should have been able to. I was really getting down on myself. I had been to various job interviews but nothing was working out.
I just couldn't seen to solve the problem on my own.
Then one day I see my phone message recorder blinking. I listened. The head of an organization himself was on the line giving me a long spiel about his group. He said he had talked to so-and-so about me and thought I was perfect for a job he had.
He outlined the job in detail and then, wonder of wonders, offered me the job right off, and with a high salary without all the usual bs negotiation. He had tried to reach me at a previous job, and they had written his call down on a routine message pad and left it for the next time when I came to do some on-call work, which was not often.
He thought I was evading him by not returning his call. So after several days he got my home phone number. His call was a gift from the gods, the angels, my parents or other dearly beloved departed, or whatever. They said, "Look, Dumdum is struggling, he isn't getting anywhere, throw him this bone."
That job helped me complete getting the kids launched on their own lives and careers. It was basically walk across the street every two weeks and deposit the check in the bank for tuition. I was able to help the second kid finance his degree and I did it four years until the third and last kid finished college.
Then it was time to move on again -- strange how jobs seem the most interesting the first four years, just like high school or college. But the kids were out of college and I was finally free from the major financial burdens of raising kids. I love them dearly, but wow, are kids expensive!
That job from the wild blue restored my confidence in myself, and left me humble, realizing indeed no man is an island. Tried to do it all myself and couldn't. Now I'm grateful to accept help from whatever the source.
Angels? You bet. I need and cherish mine.
P.S. No matter how tough things get, do NOT punish yourself too much or else your trusty reliable body, no matter how strong it may have seemed all your life, some day might just decide, "Okay, Stupid here is so ungrateful, I quit. Now try functioning when your body won't work, when you're afraid to go out of the house, when you can barely put one foot in front of the other."
It's called agoraphobia, abnormal fear of being in public or open spaces, but it's really loss of confidence in yourself. If you lose faith in yourself, everyone else will too. Don't do that. All animals shun losers. Don't act like a loser and you won't be.
End of sermon. Go forth and thrive.
