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Published on November 13, 2006 By dharmagrl In Misc

Sometimes during the course of my ordinary, everyday life I come across people who I think are, for want of a better word, angels.

It's not their actions that make me think them such, nor is it their appearance or their voices.  It's nothing that they've done (or not done) or said (or not said); it's not how they dress or style their hair or even the clothes that they wear.  None of those things has any bearing on my thinking them to be celestial, spiritual beings.

It's their presence.  The way they make me feel.

These people have a remarkably strong calming effect on me.  It's like being bathed in sunshine from the inside out; it's a warm feeling of peace, of contentment.  Their presence soothes me, it makes me feel incredibly peaceful and relaxed no matter how I had been feeling seconds before I came into contact with them.

These angels come from all walks of life; sometimes from professions that you wouldn't expect to find angels in.  I've met angels running concessions stands at the BX, serving pizza at family restaurants, in the US Marine Corps, single moms, writers, artists, knitters, cashiers, housekeepers, police men and women and even an angel doctor, working in an emergency room. 

I've even met angels who are bloggers.  In fact, the angel who inspired me to write this is a blogger.  Her angel-hood shines so brightly that it's possible to feel it through her words.  It's really an amazing thing and I consider myself very privileged to not only be able to feel the peace these people project, but also to have come in contact with them, no matter how briefly.

What are these beings that I call 'angels'?  Where did they come from, and why are they here?  I honestly don't know.  I ask myself those questions every time I come across one, but as yet I don't have an answer.  All I know is that I can tell when one is near, and that I love the feeling I get when they're around.  I hope that some day I'll be able to give someone else the feeling of peace they give me.

There is one thing that I'd like to know, though:  am I the only one who can feel them? 

 


Comments
on Nov 13, 2006
Hmm...I know exactly what you mean...one person in particular that I know has the same effect...hmm...

~Zoo
on Nov 13, 2006
Great article!!
I met one on the train. She was amazing. I chose to ignore her for the first half of my train ride by putting my jacket over my head and falling asleep. When I woke up, I was irritated by her consistent attempt to make small talk about how she was frustrated that her daughter was moving back home. What an unappreciative punk, I thought to myself, why doesn't she learn to quit complaining. Something happened then and I have been appreciative of her ever since.
She randomly told me about how she had had a brain aneurysm a year ago and had miraculously survived it. She went unconscious Friday and woke up Tuesday still lying on her couch because her husband had been away on business all weekend. Somehow she survived, and changed her whole life around. She told me that she quit her job and began doing things she actually enjoyed. She said how she feels and enjoyed every aspect of life....finding how to appreciate things she never recognized.
I was on my way to an interview feeling extremely depressed and hopeless. Things were not going so well for me and everything in life seemed to be disappointment after disappointment. It was actually kind of weird. She seemed to have more faith in me than anyone else in my life at that point. This complete stranger so confident that I would succeed...or that I have already succeeded, but that I just needed to claim it, as she phrased it. It didn't make that much sense to me, but somehow it started to fill up an abyss that I thought was endless.
That week, after my interview I was in this class. The teacher had passed around these cards and we were supposed to turn them over just to see what they said and then write how it made us feel. Mine said "faith." That's the very thing this stranger had tried to emphasize that I needed to have. She believed in me for some reason, and kept telling me that I just needed to keep that faith. I looked up and said a quick thank you to the stranger.
I've thought about her time and time again and honestly, the only thing that makes any sense to me at all is that she was definitely an angel. And maybe it was because I actually continued to listen that she was able to make her point across to me.

Funny thing is that the school I interviewed at the next day is the one I'm at today. Thanks Angel!
on Nov 13, 2006
This is a wonderful tribute to these Angels you mentioned. They are all over. We just have to open our eyes to see them and like you be able to know when they are around.


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That is a lovely time in your life when you needed it the most. The good thing is you were open to the possibilities and saw what you were supposed to see. That is good!
on Nov 13, 2006
Ok, you got me. Yes, I'm an angel. Happy now?
on Nov 13, 2006
am I the only one who can feel them?


Every rare once in a while. But mostly no.
on Nov 13, 2006
Ok, you got me. Yes, I'm an angel. Happy now?


Mason the truck driving, drinking, bar fighting, cat loving angel. ...Hey, that would make a great sitcom.

~Zoo
on Nov 13, 2006
Hey, that would make a great sitcom.


on Nov 14, 2006

Mason the truck driving, drinking, bar fighting, cat loving angel. ...Hey, that would make a great sitcom.

Didn't Michael Landon already do a show like that?

on Nov 14, 2006
I bet the people you sit with at hospice feel that way about you K. I haven't met you in person or have even heard your voice but have felt what you described about you.

My friend with cancer is an angel. Even though she is the one going through hell, she made me and those around her feel better...calm like you said.

You're such a giving, appreciative person K. You deserve to be comforted by angels.
on Nov 14, 2006

one person in particular that I know has the same effect...

Good.  I'm glad that you can feel it too, it makes me feel slightly more sane.

Not at all.

I'm VERY glad that you too can feel them; out of all the people who blog here you were one of the handful who I thought might know what I was talking about.

I met one on the train.

Cool!  They're everywhere; sometimes in the most unusual places.  I'm glad that you remember your meeting and think enough of it to retell it to others.  I just wish that more people could feel these angels...

 

They are all over. We just have to open our eyes to see them and like you be able to know when they are around.

Yes, they are, and I too wish that more people would slow down and take the time to analyze what they're feeling when they meet angels instead of just brushing the experience off and putting it down to some bad tuna that they ate (or something like that). 

Ok, you got me. Yes, I'm an angel. Happy now?

Yep.  Very happy!

Every rare once in a while. But mostly no.

Don't get me wrong, it doesn't happen to me every day.  I sometimes go for weeks or months without feeling a presence....but when I do, man is it strong.  I sometimes don't want to leave the vicinity the angel is in, I'd be happy to sit there all day and just soak up the vibes they give off.

 

Mason the truck driving, drinking, bar fighting, cat loving angel.

Hahaha!  That's a very cool image!

 

Didn't Michael Landon already do a show like that?

Yeah, but his was cheesy and corny.  Mason would never be like that.

 

I bet the people you sit with at hospice feel that way about you K. I haven't met you in person or have even heard your voice but have felt what you described about you.

Oh my....that's quite a compliment!  Thank you!  I'm humbled....and I don't really know what to say!

My friend with cancer is an angel. Even though she is the one going through hell, she made me and those around her feel better...calm like you said.

I think that you're right, that she is one of the angels among us....and I hope that she beats this cancer.  If love were enough to beat that disease, I think that your friend would be cured tomorrow.  She's got a lot of people who love her.  So do you.

on Nov 14, 2006
I think the most recent, closest thing I had to this experience was on Saturday, Veteran's Day. I had put a load of laundry in the drier and went out for the day (shopping, mostly). When I returned, I realized that I had forgotten the laundry in the drier.

Someone had folded it all and laid it out neatly. Maybe they saw the boys' clothing mixed in, or they saw my Army PT gear and decided to help. Either way, it was unexpected, I was unable to thank them... and it really was a pick-me-up for the rest of the day.
on Nov 15, 2006
Someone had folded it all and laid it out neatly.


Aren't random acts of kindness great?! It can really change your day and stick with you for quite a while after.
on Nov 16, 2006
am I the only one who can feel them?


Nopers.

Someday I'll relate a few experiences of mine