I met an Angel just a few weeks ago.
She is not the kind that lives in heaven, but the other kind, the kind that lives on earth.
She doesn’t have a halo (at least not one you can see). This Angel has blonde hair and a smile that reveals her missing tooth–giving away her age much like the wrinkles around my eyes give away my own.
Like most other Angles that you read about, she came at a time that she was needed, and gave Hope to someone who needed it desperately.
What makes this Angel special to me is that she came to help my son, Gabriel.
You see, this young girl is in my Gabriel’s class, and unlike the other 20-something children that are only able to see how different he is, this young girl sees how alike they are.
This special girl chose to become his friend and share a unique kind of compassion that only the purest of heart can have. The kind of compassion granted to Angels.
But not every child has the strength to follow their heart and do what is right. For that matter, not every adult does either.
Which made me begin to worry. Worry that the burden of being my son’s friend would be too much for this child. Any child. I worried because I know that standing up for someone who can’t stand up for themselves is a test for anyone at any age.
And I knew that she would be tested. …continue reading
