Bill and I get a calendar-a-day by e-mail and the story below was one that came a couple days ago. As soon as I read it, I felt I needed to copy and print it here, then tell my story:
A GREAT CO-WORKER
When our son Danny was 11, he was a newspaper carrier, up and out at 4:30 A.M. When I told him that his father and I worried about his safety at that hour, he said, “Mom, don’t you know God walks with me?”
Danny told me that a beautiful collie greeted him every morning at the beginning of his route and accompanied him the whole way, then disappeared. We don’t know where the dog came from; no one in our neighborhood owned a collie. On Sunday mornings—when his father took him in the car to deliver the thick edition—the collie didn’t show. How did that dog know he could take Sundays off? Because there are angels in this world, and he was one of them.
Danny told me that a beautiful collie greeted him every morning at the beginning of his route and accompanied him the whole way, then disappeared. We don’t know where the dog came from; no one in our neighborhood owned a collie. On Sunday mornings—when his father took him in the car to deliver the thick edition—the collie didn’t show. How did that dog know he could take Sundays off? Because there are angels in this world, and he was one of them.
MARY MORRIS DOBRICK, CYPRESS , CALIFORNIA
MY STORY ... In 1968 my family moved out to Shelby Twp. I attended Utica High School for my 11th and 12th grades. Not only did I hate school (even though I did well), I hated the dark (still do) and hated walking to the bus stop in the dark. There are no street lights down that street and I walked to my friend, JoAnne's house, then we went on to the bus stop together.
God knew I was afraid and sent an Angel in the form of a very large dog that met me at the place where I was the most afraid. He walked next to me all the way to JoAnne's house, then left. I never saw that dog during the day or night. Just in the early dark mornings I walked to the bus stop.
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