Good morning my sweet cyber family. Introducing the angel miracle "Guardian On The Bench" Like all miracles, this is a very good one, it shows how many different ways our angels can appear to us, so they can help us, when we ask our Creator for help.  

&, Uma

GUARDIAN ON THE BENCH

kathy Smith is a wife and mom in East Fallowfield, Pennsylvania, but when she was younger, she lived one summer with a group of girlfriends in Margate City, New Jersey, and worked in Atlantic City. She took public transportation for her daily twenty-minute commute.

Kathy was just getting adjusted to her job when transit workers in Atlantic City declared a strike. She started taking a cab each morning to the boundary of Atlantic City, where she waited for a company shuttle bus to pick up her and other employees. It was all getting rather complicated, but then a coworker offered to give Kathy a ride. "I pick up several other girls on my way to work-it's no problem," she told Kathy. "Really? That would be great! Where should we meet?" "Let's see. I go right by the corner of Atlantic Avenue and White Horse Pike. That's not far from where you live. Just be sure you're there at 6:30." "I will be," Kathy assured her.

The following day Kathy arrived at the intersection of Atlantic and White Horse a little early so she would not miss her ride. She had never noticed how absolutely deserted and quiet this area was at this hour. "The whole city was like a ghost town," she recalls. "No one was walking anywhere. No traffic, no businesses open."

As Kathy waited, she heard a loud commotion in the distance. A car came speeding down the street, and six or seven teenage boys inside were yelling and swearing out the open windows. The noise echoed through the silence. They seemed drunk; perhaps they were just coming home from a party. As they raced past her, several yelled rude remarks. Kathy ignored them and tried to look inconspicuous. But how could she? "There was no place to hide-the area was wide-open, and no one was out there but me," she says. "If I left, I'd miss my ride, and besides, where would I go? Anyone could grab me at any time." She sat down on a bench that was set several feet back from the curb. Maybe the boys would just go home, she thought. But they didn't. She heard the muffler and the shrieking tires as they drove around the block again. This time the car slowed in frnt of her, and two of the youths leaned out, shouting and leering, before they accelerated again. "Oh, God ... " Kathy began to pray. Why hadn't some resident been awakened by now and called the police?

When Kathy heard the car coming around the block for the third time, she began to panic. This time it stopped in front of her. "Hey, girl! Get in! Get in!" several of the boys shouted, while others laughed. They were obviously either intoxicated or high on drugs. What should she do? If she ran away, they could certainly catch up with her. There was still no traffic, no police or other people around. "Dear God, please help me," she whispered. Unexpectedly, a young man approached from somewhere behind her. "Hi." He smiled. "Have you been waiting long?" He sat down next to Kathy and put his arm behind her on the back of the bench. "He was dressed like a tourist, wearing a bright flowered Hawaiian shirt and shorts," she says. "He was clean-cut, with the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen." But rather than relax, she was even more frightened. Was he part of the gang in the car that was still idling at the curb? No, she thought; he was obviously sober, and his behavior was quite different. "Just act like you know me," the young man said quietly. Kathy was confused. "Who are you?" she whispered.

"Hey, girl, get in the car!" one of the boys shouted again. Now both Kathy and the young man were in trouble, she realized. The thugs in the car could easily overpower them both. Then, turning once to smile at her, the man got up, walked over to the car, leaned into the front window, and spoke to the group. Kathy could not hear what he was saying, but she kept looking for a police officer to break up the brawl that was sure to follow at any minute. But the next thing she knew, the boys in the car, all strangely subdued, drove away, and the nice young man came back to sit with her on the bench. "What did you say to them?" Kathy asked, astonished. Her rescuer just shrugged. "They won't be back. Don't worry," he said.

An awkward silence fell over them. Kathy was aware that something about this scenario was very different, but she couldn't quite figure it out. "Are you on your way to work?" she asked, for want of more interesting conversation. "You could say that." "Who do you work for?" Kathy asked. "I work for the Father," was his answer. Surely he meant his father. "What does your father do?" she inquired. "Our Father does everything," he said, smiling at her again. The conversation was making no sense to Kathy. And there, coming down the street, was her ride. She waved for the girls to stop and jumped up from the bench. "Good-bye!" she said to the stranger and bounced into the car.

As they pulled away from the curb, she pointed him out to her coworkers. "See that good-looking man I was talking to? The one in the flowered shirt? He just saved me from a earful of drunks." "Where?" Everyone looked back. "The guy sitting on the bench with me when you pulled up. Right there" Kathy turned around to catch a last glimpse. She should have been able to see him easily, since there were still no people on the street. But he was nowhere in sight. "How did he disappear so quickly?" she wondered aloud.

"Kathy, there was no one sitting on that bench with you when we pulled up," one of the girls pointed out. "No, you were completely alone," said another. "And I'd certainly notice a handsome man in a Hawaiian shirt!" Everyone laughed. Were they playing a trick on her, teasing her? No. Kathy had known from the moment the encounter with the young man began that something about it was different-almost holy. One would have to actually go through an experience like that to understand it. I never said thank you to him for helping me, she thought. But somehow, she's sure he knows.

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