True Story – My Angel Visit

This actually happened to me–I had an angel visit. Rather, I had TWO angels visit me once. Here’s what happened:

I was in my late 20’s, living in a nice little second floor apartment in Goffstown, NH. I had a good job, a boyfriend and was making a comfortable living. One day I was informed that the company was cutting back due to the recession, and as I was the last one hired, I was let go.

No problem, I thought–I can get another job. So I interviewed, and interviewed…..and interviewed. I couldn’t get a job as soon as I wanted one, so I took on two “pick-up” jobs to pay the bills. I did housekeeping for a family in the next town, and worked as a laborer for a neighbor friend of mine (who later became my Crankee Yankee, funnily enough). He and his crew were demolishing a building in nearby Manchester, so I stripped wallpaper, swept floors, cleaned tile; whatever was needed.

It soon became apparent that I couldn’t make ends meet. My parents and my grandfather gave me money to cover my rent and expenses for two months; I thought ‘surely I’ll have a job by then!’

But no full-time job appeared, and I grew worried. The day came when I sat at my kitchen table, looking down at a crumpled $5 bill and a $1 bill. My little savings was gone, and that was all the cash I had. I felt I just couldn’t ask my family for more money. However, the rent was due again, the electric company was threatening to shut my lights off, and my used car badly needed two new tires.

On top of all this, my boyfriend had just informed me that he felt that we ‘should see other people for a while.’ So I told him to see all the people he wanted to; I was done seeing him. True, the relationship wasn’t perfect, but I missed having a “someone” in my life.

I thought, “I’m doing everything I can to get a job, I have a college degree, I have two part-time jobs, my family has helped me out and I still can’t get on my feet.”

I remembered how thrilled I had been finally to have an apartment of my own. My good-sized bedroom had old-fashioned rose-patterned wallpaper that I loved, a big window opened out to the back yard, and there was a sprawling lilac bush that grew right beneath it. In the spring its scent wafted through the whole apartment. My kitchen was perfect for one person, and my little living room had a built-in bookcase for all my books and seashell collection. I hated the thought of having to leave this first home of mine if I could no longer afford it.

While I sat there in front of my $6, I looked up at the top shelf of the hutch, where my angel collection was displayed. My grandmother had given me an angel figurine for each birthday and Christmas for years, and I loved them all. We had shared a strong belief in angels and loved to talk about them. My grandmother, whom we all called “Ba,” had died the year before, and I still missed her and the angel stories.

“Angels show up when they’re needed,” Ba always told me. “They watch over us and sometimes they even visit us.” Gloomily, I thought of how nice it would be if angel showed up with a good job for me.

I got so tired of worrying about everything that I put my head down on the table on my crossed arms, and I must have dozed off.

The sound of a loud muffler just outside my window woke me up. I looked out the window, and saw a big white car covered with red dust parked at the curb beside the house. A large older woman with reddish-gray hair squinted up at the window and waved; I waved back. A short balding man got out of the passenger side.

“Can I help you?” I called out.

“Are you Jane?” the woman asked. I wondered how she knew my name, and answered, “That’s me. What can I do for you?”

The woman smiled up at me, and waved a small booklet and said, “Do you still have that turquoise jewelry you advertised?”

“Um, sure!” I said, and ran down to unlock the door.

As the couple walked in, they introduced themselves, and I put on a pot of tea.

As it was steeping, the woman said, “Today is our 40th wedding anniversary and my husband said I could have anything I wanted.” Still smiling, she flipped to a well-worn page in the booklet, and said, “So, do you still have the turquoise squash blossom necklace, bracelet, earrings and ring for sale?”

“Is that the Super Penny Saver?” I asked. The man and woman nodded. “But I put that ad in a year ago, and they don’t keep ads that long.”

“Well, this is an old copy, but I’m hoping you still have everything,” said the woman, her blue eyes shining. I remember thinking how bright and clear those eyes were; like the untroubled eyes of a happy child. I told her I did indeed have everything and went into the bedroom to get the box containing the jewelry.

I showed them both the heavy silver and turquoise necklace, and the matching bracelet, ring and earrings. The woman  exclaimed over everything, and her husband just smiled and sipped his tea.

“I love it all!” the woman exclaimed happily. I gave her a hand-mirror so she could admire herself in the earrings and necklace.

“We’ll take everything. How much?” asked the husband. I had priced the whole set at $450. I thought it was a fair price, but doubted they would want to spend that much. But I thought of the rent, the electric bill and two tires I needed, and hoped that the price wouldn’t be an issue.

To my surprise, they didn’t bat an eye. The husband nodded, and took out his checkbook. I was speechless; I couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. It was then that the woman looked at me with those clear blue eyes, covered my hand with her large freckled one, and said, “now that our business is over, I want to know all about YOU.”

For some reason, I  felt so comfortable with them that I told them everything; how I had lost my job and my boyfriend, how hard I was trying to find work, and how much I missed my grandmother. To my surprise, I found I had tears in my eyes.

The woman said, “You know, in our little town I’m known as something of a ‘people reader.’ You are a strong young woman, and you haven’t let these temporary problems get in the way of trying to improve yourself and your life.” She looked into my eyes and said, “And you’re not afraid of hard work, either.”

I thanked her and was a little embarrassed about getting so emotional in front of two strangers. The woman smiled and said, “I think you are going to be very surprised at how quickly things will turn around. Something wonderful is right around the corner for you.” She patted my hand and her husband wrote me a check for $450.

By this time I felt like we were old friends, and the woman hugged me, and said, “our names and address are right on the check. I want you to write to us and tell us how you’re doing.”

She hugged me once more and told me again that things were going to change soon in my favor. I didn’t believe it for a minute, but I felt a lot better after their visit. The $450 paid the rent, the electric bill, the tires and bought several bags of groceries.

In exactly one week, I had a new job, earning more money than I ever had in my life. Once my expenses were paid, I could be even save some money. I also adopted a small gray cat who was wandering the street were I did my laundry, and I named her Billie. I realized for the first time that I didn’t miss my old boyfriend at all.

One night as I was getting ready for bed, I pulled out the address I had from the check that the man and woman had given me, and wrote them a letter. I told them all about the new job, Billie, and how much I enjoyed meeting them. I told them that they were right—good things had happened. I dropped the letter into the mail box the next day and thought no more about it.

Several days later, the letter came back stamped “No such persons/no such address.”

“It couldn’t be,” I thought. I had put the check in the bank and it had cleared with no problem. How could this be? They had sat right in my kitchen and had even drunk tea at my table. Who were these people?

Then I thought of Ba and how she always said, “angels show up when they’re needed, and sometimes they even visit us.”


4 thoughts on “True Story – My Angel Visit

  1. Phyllis Ring says:

    I’m going to be sitting here with my mouth open all day. What a big breath of grace. Thank you for the beauty you share.

  2. pamkirst2014 says:

    This is just an amazing and heartening story; THANK you for sharing it. ‘Ba’ must have sent ’em, don’t you think????

  3. lulujbf7 says:

    Thanks, Pam–I do believe that Ba DID send me those angels! 🙂

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