Driving home from work going through a neighborhood, I saw a homeless man pushing a grocery cart filled with odds and ends. I suddenly felt the need to stop and give him money which was something I did not believe was a good idea. I felt compelled to do just that. He said that he had no shelter to go to but that God always took care of him. I gave him the money and he blessed me.
I turned a corner and felt compelled to go back again. He had disappeared into thin air. He was there in the middle of the street, in the middle of a subdivision, in the middle of a block, and then he was gone—shopping cart and all.
My mom woke up during the night and there was an angel sitting on the end of her bed. She was wearing pale green, had red curly short hair, and had a round rosy face. She held a large open book and spoke not a word but had a sweet smile. My mom smiled back then laid back down and went to sleep. She said she slept like baby. My mom was in her late 80's.—Deborah
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