Can you say “Thanks”?

Every one of us has guardian angels of the heavenly variety, but did you realize that we have angels in the form of soldiers and policemen and firemen that watch out for us? There may be some that are not worthy of their titles but there are also bad preachers, some terrible, lying politicians and bad neighbors. Each one has to be judged on his or her own merit, right? Now for the rest of the story…

I stopped at the deli to have some Boar’s Head sandwich meat cut, it was taking forever because the normal lady was training a new girl to do it, going step by step over and over and I remarked out loud to no one in particular that it seemed to be taking forever when a man behind me standing a little too close to my comfort zone spoke to me. He said, “I am a former policeman, I have been shot three times and left for dead, once in the head and twice in the back.” I looked at his large brown eyes and then I noticed the scar across his shaved head. He continued, “When you have come that close to death so many times you are glad to just be standing in a line waiting for something, no matter what it is or how long it takes, because you are alive to be standing and waiting.” He didn’t say it in a manner that I took offensive it was just a fact. Then he held out his hand and introduced himself, “My name is Joe G____, (it was a beautiful Italian name) I am a native New Yorker that was always loud and boisterous, raised with seven brothers who are all policeman and fireman we were all like that. I am a single father and last year I was coaching my son’s baseball team and got thrown out of the game. My son threw off his hat and yelled at the umpire and told him he couldn’t do that to his dad! It was like somebody threw a switch and I realized I didn’t want to raise my son to yell at an authority, I just wanted peace.” He leaned back against the cart and said, “Yes I am just happy to wait.” I was a little stunned and realized that his speech was a little halting and wondered if that was an effect of the gunshot to the head, again noticing the large erratic scar winding over his skull, I told him how much I appreciated his service to me as a citizen, wished him a blessed day and then stepped aside to give him my place in line.

I was reminded of how truly blessed I am to have guardian angels watching over me, whether it is a policeman, a fireman, men and women in the military or one of the heavenly host.

About harolene

Thank you for stopping by for a visit! If you read my thoughts you will see that I am sometimes serious, at other times sappy or funny, occasionally I am sad and sentimental, but I am always sincere! I am a single mother who raised two children, born ten years apart and different sexes so first it was bows and dolls, pretty dresses and boys! When my son was born it was rough and tumble games, baseball, soccer, wrestling and girls! I am known for my "smile" and for my default answer to any situation, "no problem", which was something I didn't realize I did until it was pointed out to me! I am a moon watcher and a star gazer. I am astounded and feel so small knowing that every creature that has ever walked the face of this earth has gazed upon that same beautiful orb that my eyes can behold on any night when the earth is not wearing her cloak of clouds. My parents have made me the person that I am. Their love, veracity in all areas of life, humor and passion for their work and each other have given me hope that my life can actually be a happy one! Chances are if you are reading this you already know all this but again, I appreciate your stopping by! While you're here hit the "Like" button for me and thanks for checking in!
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2 Responses to Can you say “Thanks”?

  1. Patricia Bowen says:

    We have so much to be thankful for(wish everyone could see this)

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