Wednesday, April 6, 2022

Angels

With all the horror in the world, I’m needing ‘angel’ stories right now.

There are angels around us.
And they appear in the unlikeliest places.
When they are most needed . . .
Our family had fallen on hard times.
It happens to everyone.
It was our turn.
My Husby had been out of work for some time.
And it looked as though he would remain out of work for some time more.
We were 'economizing'.
We had given up everything that was not strictly necessary.
Cable.
Restaurants.
Entertainment.
Shopping.
And we were living off our food storage.
The last thing I wanted to give up . . . and indeed the last thing I did give up was our milk deliveries.
The thought of living on skim milk powder from our storage was . . . how can I say this tactfully . . . horrifying.
But we were about to do it.
Sigh.
Our milkman, John, was a very nice man.
Friendly.
Smart.
Attentive.
And no, none of our kids look like him.
Just FYI.
Moving on . . .
I dreaded telling him that this next delivery would be our last.
But our precious store of capital was rapidly dwindling, despite our best efforts.
And the job had to be done.
He arrived, carrying our order of milk, cheese and cream.
And I told him, tearfully, that we couldn't afford deliveries any longer.
He just grinned and handed me a note.
It read: “Happy birthday . . . or something . . . for the next four months.”
I stared at it.
Then at John.
What on earth did it mean?
“Someone has paid for your milk deliveries for the next four months,” he said, finally.
“What?”
Okay, so quick, I'm not.
“Someone has taken over paying your milk bill for the next four months.”
“Who?”
His grin widened. “I can't tell you.”
“What?”
Sigh. Some people are slow.
“I can't tell you,” he repeated patiently. “Someone, who wishes to remain anonymous, has asked that your bill be forwarded to them for the next four months.”
“It was you, wasn't it, John.”
It was more a statement than a question.
He laughed. “I can absolutely guarantee that it was not me,” he said. “Cross my heart.”
I stared at him suspiciously for a few minutes.
Then finally took the carton of dairy products from him and allowed him to carry on with his route.
And that's when the tears started.
Who knew that we were having such difficulties?
And, more importantly, who cared enough to do this for us?
Moving ahead four months . . .
My Husby once more happily employed and a steady trickle of money flowing into the family coffers, I took my last free delivery of milk.
And was happy to tell John that deliveries could continue.
On our nickel.
I never did find out who our Good Samaritan was.
They had swooped in and helped.
Just when they were needed.
Then swooped out again.
Faceless.
Nameless.
But definitely not heartless.
To my Angel, and you know who you are . . . THANK YOU!

And now, my favourite song, by Alabama that just happens to cover this exact topic . . .


7 comments:

  1. Carrie Newcomer has a wonderful song about this, Angels Unaware. I recommend a listen. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X-ldWGzlN0I

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  2. Such a beautiful story, had to share! Feel goosebumps. Maybe it was John all along?

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  3. Your anonymous angel is a very special person. We need more just like them.

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  4. In 2003, we were in a car accident that sent my son and two of my cousins to hospitals and killed my aunt, who was driving. My husband and I suffered only minor injuries, thankfully. Another cousin just happened to know a nurse at the hospital where my son was kept for two nights. This nurse took my husband and I into our house for two nights, and contacted her. This woman took my husband around for needed errands (we had no car) while I stayed at my son's bedside, fed us, let us sleep in their guest bedroom. At the same time she was getting her four children ready for their first day of school. Months later, they moved to the other side of the state and wouldn't have been there...I still think about these angels.

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  5. Typo. Into her house...not our house. We were over 800 miles from home. Diane, I loved your post.

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  6. What a blessing! There are so many opportunities for all of us, we just need to keep our eyes open.

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