|5 to 5 out of 5 Stories|
A young woman, whose people had lived in the red mountains of the desert for centuries, once took a basket of grain. The grain did not belong to her, for her family had lost much this year, and could not afford much. Wishing to provide for her family, she plotted to take from the farmer's, who had much and would not miss the lot. When the time came however, the woman felt a pit of guilt dig into her stomach, and she could not eat from the goods she'd taken; for she knew she had taken an excess, and that the farmer would have given freely to feed them. Seeking to punish herself for her pride, the woman left a note to admit her guilt and wandered into the desert. No food nor water did she take, nor a coat to warm herself with, for she felt only suffering would right her wrongs. As the sun went down and the air cooled, she found no shelter, and simply kept walking. Far away from home did her feet carry her, until the woman laid down in the icy desert sand.
As the woman slept, an angel who had heard of the woman's plight came by. And from the moonlight he fashioned her a coat to keep her warm, and so he waited and watched over the woman at night.
When the woman awoke, she had food and shelter, and a figure the shape of man sat before her. It's skin glowed dark and warm, and it's body was cloaked in shawls so numerous the wind could not keep up to move them.
"Why do you walk here?" The figure asked her. "
It is my judgement.", replied the woman, her voice hoarse. "I will suffer for my wrongdoings, so that I may make up for them."
The figure lifted it's hood, and the woman knew immediately that she had faced an angel. She bowed her head to the sand, still feeling the angel's grace tingle on her skin and hair like the rays of a small sun.
"You have judged yourself, and you have chosen your own sentence." said the angel, "That is not right. God has judged you and He has said for you to head back home and live in joy and pleasure."
Not daring to lift her head, the woman protested: "That can't be right! Should I not be punished for my sins? Should God not judge me harshly, and make me hurt as the ones I've hurt?"
"You pity yourself.", then spoke the angel in a harsher tone. "Suffering cannot erase your guilt. It serves only to ease your conscience. God has not sent you into exile, and yet you have chosen the punishment that pleases you. He has forgiven you, and He will forgive you again. That is your burden. Do not live knowing that your wrongdoings can be appropriately punished and resolved, for you will commit them again. Live knowing that you will be forgiven when you do not deserve it, that you will be loved when you have not earned it, and that no deed can you do to make up for the sins you commit."
And as the woman cried of guilt as she understood, the angel shaped from the grains of sand a meal for the woman, and he drew a spring of fresh water from the soil below. And he captured her rays of sunlight for a dress, and called her a wind to guide her home. And the woman lived a good life, and she thanked the angel for healing her pride.
Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born. One day the child asked God, 'They tell me you are going to send me to earth tomorrow but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?"
God replied, 'Among the many angels I have chosen one for you. She will be waiting for you and will take care of you."
Said child, "But tell me here in Heaven I don't do anything else but sing and smile. That's what I need to be happy!"
God replied, “Your angel will sing for you every day. And you will feel your angel's love and be happy."
And, said the child, “How am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me, if I don't know the language that men talk?"
That's easy", God said, Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak."
The child looked up at God saving. "And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?"
God smiled at the child saying, “Your angel will teach you how to pray."
The child said, “I’ve heard on earth there are bad men. who will protect me?"
God replied, “Your angel will defend you, even if it means risking life!"
The child looked sad, saying, "But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore."
God replied, “You angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you."
At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from earth could already be heard. The child in a hurry, asked softly, "Oh God, if I am about to leave now’ please tell me my angel's name!"
God replied, “Your angel’s name is of no importance... you will simply call her
Operational Report, Case 2387649348016
Monday, 27 June - Having received the call for assistance regarding The Subject, some quick research revealed the most appropriate source of action to be Howard G. Kreblemeyer, 27, currently residing in Hicksville, Long Island.
0725 - Howard checks his Facebook account while having coffee before getting ready for work. The Subject was not in his available list, so I brought up some secondary contact information in the interest of turning his attention to The Subject.
0817 - Howard boards the bus to reach the station for the Red line into Manhattan. Arranged to have someone listening to an online radio station playing music popular when he had maximum contact with The Subject.
1025 - Email outage for approximately 27 minutes gives Howard a few moments of personal Internet time at work. An online quiz suggests that he should get in contact with an old flame.
1218 - Lunch with co-workers. The topic of discussion was a movie that was on TV last night. Howard remembered seeing the movie when he was much younger. Recalled The Subject, but made no mention.
1457 - Howard spends 28 minutes on hold while calling a client. Hold music is particularly meaningful and referential of The Subject.
1706 - Through the coordinated efforts of several operatives, the Red Line is unavailable for Howard\'s ride home. His alternate route will cause him to take a bus, make three transfers, and walk across the 17th Street footbridge at approximately 1847.
1847 - Howard spots The Subject, Marian Rodgers, at the apex of the 17th Street Bridge. Subject is preparing to jump after receiving a diagnosis of allegedly inoperative cancer.
1936 - Howard convinces The Subject to join him for a sandwich at Feldman\'s Delicatessen, where they discuss their past relationship.
2313 - Howard walks The Subject to her apartment. Crisis averted, I am moving on to finding an appropriate organ donor for the \"inoperable\" cancer. Full recovery is expected.
It was a bitterly cold winter night. The wind was howling through the trees, snow was falling so hard you couldn\'t see ten feet in front of you. No one would want to go out in a night like that.
Carol and James were a couple in their mid-twenties. Carol was nine months pregnant and due to have the baby any day now. They were getting ready for bed when Carol started having contractions.
The baby was coming and they had to go to the hospital! James helped Carol to get bundled up and walk out to the car. It was slippery, but she made it without falling and James got in the other side. He started car and got the heat going and got out to brush the snow off the windows.
He looked around and saw how bad the storm was. \"How am I ever going to get to the hospital in this weather?\" He thought. He prayed that he would make it there safely.
He got back in the car, turned on the headlights and the windshield wipers, and started to back out of the driveway. There was so much snow he couldn\'t tell the road from the ground around it from the sky. He was about to pull out when he heard a gentle male voice in his head tell him not to go yet.
\"Why did you stop?\" Carol asked.
\"I heard a voice telling me to,\" he replied, and at that moment a car went down the street.
The voice told him it was alright to go, so he did, and it was safe. The voice guided James the rest of the way to the hospital safely.
\"I was scared we wouldn\'t make it through this storm,\" Carol said when they got there.
\"I think an angel was looking out for us,\" James responded.
Carol had a healthy baby boy that night, and the storm cleared up before they went home.
The angel of water
It was on a hot day in august as Lisa and her friends went to a sea to swim and relax. As they arrive they saw many people sitting down in the grass, laughing and having fun. Also Lisa and her friends loved the sunny weather and were searching for a place where they could lay down their towels. First they did rub themselves with cream and then they indulged in the sun.
“Oh dear, it is warm! Let’s test the water.” Marion told her friends. “Well, that’s a great idea!” Lisa answered and jumped up directly. The three other girls followed to the sea where they jumped in screaming loudly and began to swim. Lisa was slower than the others because she couldn’t swim as good as her friends, but she worked hard at it. “Wait!” she shouted. “Hurry up!” the other girls laughed. And so they were swimming to the other waterside for a while, until Lisa’s foot get suddenly entangled in something. She became afraid and screams for help, but the others just turned the heads and called, “Oh Lisa, take it from us. This joke we really have heard too often, you make it all the time!” But this time it was seriously. She was stuck and by trying to get rid of it she got tangled up more and more. It were plants that did hold her. She was in panic and then her head was under water and she struggled for air. She feared for her life.
Suddenly a light appeared. She looked at the likeness of an angel stunned in the fear of death. He helped her out of the pants and lifted her to the surface of the water. Afterwards he swam with her to the other waterside fast. She lay in the sand and her eyes were looking at the water imaginary. She wheezed, but she was fine. A few minutes later the other girls arrived getting started. “How did you arrive before us?” Lisa was still looking at the water and answered quietly, “I don’t know”