A Believer

On day in the summer of 1968 my mom and dad split up. I remember running from my house to the downtown of our city. It was on a Sunday so it was deserted, and I lay my head in my heads to cry. Within seconds I felt someone touch my shoulders, I remember it was so soothing...I could just feel the kindness and comfort. When I looked up just seconds later, the "person" was gone. I was sittng in such a location that I could see down any block for several hundred yards, any store within any reasonable distance was closed and there were no alleys. I know it was an angel. It is over 30 years since that visit and my wife and I could use a visitation like that once again. God Bless, A Believer.

Keith Paul