ParisThis story takes places on February 3, 2001. My best friend is a flight attendant for a Canadian Airline and she took me to Paris with her for my 40th birthday as my present. It was a whirlwind trip but very special and very memorable for many reasons but specifically this one. We had walked from our hotel over the bridge of the Thames River to the old side of Paris. We stopped at the flame of Princess Diana and shed a few tears looking at all the letters, candles, etc. that were there for her. We went to a restaurant and had dinner. When we went to go home we couldn't decide whether to walk or take a taxi. It was drizzling some but we decided to walk anyway.
When we got back to the site of Diana's flame, we got into a very deep discussion about death and why good people get taken away at such a young age. My sister-in-law had died in her early 40's of leukemia a few years prior. I am a Christian and my best friend was just starting to believe so it was a very interesting conversation. In front of her flame, we crossed the street and were walking along the sidewalk very close beside the Thames River which was flowing very fast and high because of the rain and time of year. My friend had warned me earlier in the day to hold onto my purse because there were a lot of muggings in Paris. I had never been mugged before even though I had lived in places like Mexico City, Acapulco and downtown Toronto so I honestly didn't think much of it.
Well, as we were walking along in this deep spiritual conversation, someone ran up to me and pushed me really hard towards the river and tried to grab my purse. It was like out of a movie or something. I felt like I was standing back while it was happening kind of in slow motion. I screamed very loud and so did my friend, I held onto my purse for dear life and all of a sudden, out of what seemed like nowhere, a very tall (over 6'5" tall) very handsome man came along, enveloped both my friend and I in his arms and asked us if we were okay. We screamed at him too unfortunately just because we were so distraught and afraid and when the mugger ran in the opposite direction after turning back and looking at us, we turned around to thank the man and he was gone - just like that.
It was all open so we couldn't figure out where he went so quickly. We both looked at each other after, both of us shaking like leafs and we both said at the same time, "Was that an angel that helped us?". And if so, we hadn't been very kind to him. I guess he understood our fright. Both of us maintain, to this day, the mugger looked back and saw the man with us and ran away because of him. Once his job was done, the man was gone. I still believe he was an angel and I'm very thankful. I could very easily have been pushed into the river and swept away. Merci to whoever it was . . . :)