Sometimes God sends Angels

I was coming off a hard day. Not entirely good, but not entirely bad. My camping trip was spoiled, but my boating trip was not. I fought with my parents, was lectured several times and was ready to disappear.

Then God sent me angels. Three wonderful, beautiful girls who don't mind running through the sprinklers and helping a guy with a chip on his shoulder.

I got to thinking back to other angels in my life. There was the beautiful, platinum blonde who could make me smile despite me deepest anger spells. The same girl who would come over to my apartment and just hang out, which always seemed to come when I'd had a bad day. She would feel sad, and would come to our beloved "Dungeon", and all would be well, for all of us.

I think often of the girl I came to think of as Queen of the stage. She ruled it like a kingdom, her eyes shining with intelligence and majesty. Everyone obeyed her, often without knowing why. I once thought that the moment she cut her beautiful brown hair, my heart would burst, though it turns out her power trascended even the heavenly laws of hair, for when I first saw her in a picture with it cut, I was stunned that none of her majesty, none of her glory was diminished one jot or tittle.

Of course who could forget the radiant and mysterious brunette with the soul of a gypsy of my acquaintance, who gave me no end of frustration, but at the same time was always there when I needed to talk, though I think I took her up on it only once or twice.

There was the brilliant, sweet, and funny girl from High School. What she saw in me I still haven't figured out, and I'm sure she often asks herself the same question.

You could say I'm one lucky guy. I didn't really recognize it before, but I really am. I've seen real live true angels, sent to me from the God of Heaven, whether they knew they were or not. Thanks girls.