After last week’s Caregiver guest post, Michael contacted me wanting to share his own inspirational story. With a heart overflowing with love and gratitude that he chose my blog to share his story on, I present to you Michael’s story.
I was 25 years old. Life for me was a bit dull, despite the fact that I had a fair amount of things going on. But I felt kind of alone, as I had no girlfriend and didn’t like my job, so it was hard for me to feel as though I fit in at work. I was working at a public accounting firm in Manhattan, and the economy was bad and it was just after 9/11. Plus my grandparents had both just died, and I had suffered two broken hearts pretty much back-to-back.
It was a rainy Monday morning in April 2002 — the exact day was the 22nd, actually. I was boarding a train to take into Manhattan so I could commute to my “lovely” job. As a boarded it and entered a car, I passed by a young girl who was sitting near the aisle. She looked to be about my age or maybe younger. Despite my bad mood, something about her struck me enough to want to smile at her, so I did! And she smiled back! She was cute! I think she was Indian. I took a seat behind her, and I noticed that she was writing something in a little book. As we got closer to our stop in Manhattan, she and I got into a conversation. I don’t remember exactly how it started, but I do remember she had the warmest, kindest things to say to me. She was telling me how I had beautiful eyes, and then she went on to quote how they say a person’s eyes are the gateway to someone’s soul. She told me I was a kind person and had a kind soul. I already knew all that about myself, but I was wondering how SHE could tell. This was a complete stranger. Don’t get me wrong — the words were truly a comfort to hear, especially at a point in my life such as this! Plus she said I had a nice smile and that God loved me. Whoah! At first I was a bit stunned. I wondered where this was all coming from. Now normally I’m not a cold person, but I was so shocked by all this that I was actually a bit scared. Was she trying to get something from me? Was she looking to hurt me somehow? Did she want a date? The funny thing is that no matter how cold I was toward her, she didn’t seem to care. All she cared about was continuing to try to make me feel better and remind me how much God loved me. When we finally got off the train, she handed me the book she had written in, told me she was glad we had met, patted me nicely on the arm, smiled again, and disappeared. I never saw her again. Then I looked at the book she gave me. It was a pocket-sized Gospel of John. I opened the front cover and read her lovely note. I’d be glad to photocopy it and mail it to you if you’d like. Till this day, I still have that book. I talk about this episode very openly and let people read her note. Her name was Amy, and everybody says he or she thinks that Amy may have been an angel. No wonder she didn’t care that I was cold toward her; this spurred an interest in me reading about angels, and one of the things I read about angels is that they don’t care what we think about them. All they care about is us; they love us unconditionally no matter what we do; all they want is to try to get us to join them in heaven with God. I hope some day if I get there I can meet her again and thank her for what she did; she truly changed my life, and I wish there were more people in this world like her. Even more so, I wish I had given her a hug that day and kept in touch with her, but I didn’t. However, at least I was lucky and blessed enough to have had that happen to me. I was chosen, and it made me feel very special in retrospect.
If you have any questions or thoughts that you would like to share with Michael, you can email him at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.