I had a guardian angel , of course . We all did ; the nuns said so . The nuns told us to leave a space beside us in the church pew for our guardian angel . Mine was a cool enough angel , I guess . I always tried to leave plenty of room next to me . Angels should be comfortable
Well , now that I think about it , I’m suddenly not sure if we all had guardian angels or not. Maybe it’s just a Roman Catholic sort of a thing . I don’t know about the Orthodox Catholics . I suspect that the various Protestant church members have guardian angels , too , but I’m just guessing .
Sometimes I realize that the extent of what I don’t know is staggering .
Okay , and what about Jews and Hindoos and Buddists and Muslims , etc . How about atheists ? Do atheists have guardian angels , even though they may not believe in them ?
You may be thinking that these are questions that don’t matter much one way to another . You might be right about that , but what if you’re wrong ?
To my story , however .
I was in the country of Georgia recently and I was in the mountains jumping into a rushing river . I shouldn’t be jumping into a rushing river at my age out in the boondocks away from English speaking people in a far -off spot in a far-off country . Nevertheless , there I was .
I was standing on a smooth rock , ready to push off with my size 15 feet a foot or two away from the edge and go feet first into the water . The owner of the hotel where we were staying , who was our tour guide for the day , had just jumped . It looked easy . He was down there in the water coaxing me to jump in . He’s no spring chicken either , by the way . It seemed like no big challenge at the moment , and I jumped .
The smooth rock under my feet was wet , though , and as I jumped one of my feet slipped . I should have gone in perpendicular to the water , but I didn’t . My head hung back a bit as my body tilted , the back of my skull aiming for that hard rock . I waited for a distinct cracking noise . Various thoughts rushed through my head , none of them particularly comforting .
And then that loyal guardian angel of old showed up , unannounced , and miraculously saved my bacon . That nun was right , you know , admonishing us kids about leaving a little room for our guardian angels . Now that diligent and grateful angel returned the favor , when I was in desperate need , and here I am to tell the tale .
Or , maybe I was just lucky . As my friend Bill likes to say : It’s always better to be lucky than to be smart or talented .
The problem ain’t that there is too many fools, but that the lightning ain’t distributed right . —-Mark Twain