Being alive. It’s a great thing. Sometimes one of the best and coolest parts of living is to look at life from a different perspective. To recognize things that we may not have seen in the first place. I love it, so I wrote a little story. Enjoy.
They walked down the sidewalk side by side. One walking fast, her small legs working twice as hard to just keep up the pace, the other strolling leisurely, seemingly gliding over the ice and snow patches. Both continued to walk in time with the other, the tall one humming Amazing Grace, the girl trying to keep all of her books in her arms as she scurried towards her house.
“I just can’t figure out what I’m supposed to be doing with my life. Should I be in college or what?” the girl muttered. The other stopped humming and chuckled at her. “I mean really, I just don’t know.”
“Patience,” the other said calmly, looking both ways at the end of the sidewalk.
“I guess I just need patience,” she sighed, instantly stepping into the street without looking. “I hate patience.” Another rumbling chuckle came from her partner as they began to cross the street. “I don’t know what to think, maybe I should-”
She heard the screeching of brakes and whisked her head to her right. A car skidding towards her fast, she stood watching, completely frozen. Suddenly she felt something grip her shoulders and yank her backward with a “Ha! Gotcha!” The car narrowly missing her, before slowing to a halt. She closed her eyes, gasping for breath, and clutching her books against her chest tightly. Her partner, still holding her shoulders, wrapped her in a hug, filling her with a sense of safety.
“Thanks for saving me there.” she breathed in an uneven voice looking skyward. The other smiled warmly at her, letting go of her slightly.
The driver jumped out of their car, running to her with panic in their eyes.
“Oh my god, are you okay? I’m so sorry, I lost control on the ice and didn’t see you and then I couldn’t brake in time,” the driver exclaimed in a nervous panic, looking over the girl’s body as if trying to find any injury. The girl nodded, still trying to find her full voice.
“It-It’s okay. I’m completely fine. Haha, I guess I have a pretty great guardian angel or something,” the girl said to the driver with a small smile. A few questions were thrown her way before the driver seemed to feel comfortable enough to leave her alone, and got back in their car and drove away slowly, leaving the two in the middle of the road.
“I suppose the street isn’t the best place to stand and replay a near-death experience,” the girl mumbled. “You would be correct,” the other said, both walking to the sidewalk on the other side.
They began to walk up the steps to her house in a melodic unison like before. In an instant, the girl tripped up the stairs. Right before she slammed her face into the steps, the other grabbed her shoulders, pulling her up at the last minute, causing her to hit her elbows on the ground instead of smashing her face in the ground. Her forearms scraped against the concrete and books flew everywhere.
“Ooooww,” she moaned, slowly pulling herself off the ground, checking the cuts on her arms and grabbing the books that had fallen.
“Girl, what are you doing?” the other chided, but looking at her with love despite her ability to get herself into trouble all the time. “You’re going to make this job very difficult, you know?” Another chuckle emitting their chest.
“Lord, I probably make protecting me a very hard task for those angels you gave me what with how horribly klutzy I am,” the girl prayed aloud.
“Good thing I have some help,” the other said with a goofy smile.
The girl grinned to herself, feeling a familiar sense of peace wash over her, and began to sing Amazing Grace. As she walked into the house, her partner stood watching from the front of the house for a few moments before being joined by five more figures.
Her angel chuckled once more and entered the house.
Well, there you go! Angels to me aren’t always the stoic, warrior types, although that is also true. They rejoice in the Lord, are full of joy when a sinner repents, and I bet they are sorrowful when we are heartbroken. That is why I chose to write them in that way. Perspective, yeah?
Let me know if you liked it and want me to write more happenstances like that. I often look back on events from my life and can see this happening constantly, and find it very comforting.
*insert cheeky peace sign* ✌🏻 Bless.