Angels in the Wings
By
Robert J Gehrke
Robert J Gehrke
When you think of angels, an angelic image of proclamation or protection may come to your mind, but think again brother, for that’s an image that is not all together right. The real angels I know of are quite different from that image. Yes, they do their jobs, quite well in fact, but let me tell you a real story of how I met an angel, and how this angel showed me a little bit more about who they really are, and why they do what they really do for a living. If you are not a believer in angels at all, well listen up anyway because you might just find yourself in a similar situation some day.
It all started just a short time ago when I finally became fed up with the way my life was, and decided to do something about it. Oh, I could have taken the right and proper route of restructuring my life. I could have changed my life with an overhaul of dieting and exercise, mixed with some personal meditation and reflection on my life. I could have started to attend church again, and rededicated myself to serving my fellow man and work again with the needy and homeless. These new directions are what the normal everyday person might have chosen, but not me. The first thing I did was to go straight to the local tavern down the street and drink myself into a stupor.
I of course, felt sorry for myself and had no idea how to recover enough from my misdirected life to go on and find a real answer to move me in the right direction. I didn’t have a clue as to what to do. After a few hours of talking with the bar tender I felt like my life was truly going down the toilet. The bar tender told me he had never met anyone quite like me who didn’t seem to have a clue about life, and what it was all about.
So I left him a small tip and proceeded to try and walk back to my apartment. I checked my watch for the time. It was 11:50pm on that cold crisp Saturday night.
Half way back to my little piece of heaven I ran into a challenge that to this day makes me shake my head in wonder. As I stumbled through the darkness along the sidewalk I ran right into what most people would call thugs. Actually, I ran into one of the two thugs. I literally banged right into him. I was watching my feet step along the sidewalk, and wasn’t watching where I was going. Bang, I smacked right into him. I looked up to say I was sorry, but all I could seem to see was the gun stuck right up against my forehead. I was asked for my money, and not very politely I might say too. I refused of course. My reason was quite simple. I didn’t have any. I really didn’t have any to speak of at all. Just two quarters in my pocket next to an almost empty book of matches. I don’t know why I even had the matches. I don’t smoke. As the man began to pull the trigger, I squeaked out the word, “help.”
Someone must have heard me because what happened next was truly a page right out of an angel saving manual. What I remember seeing was a hand that reached right out of space, grab the hand with the gun in it, and twist it up to the right. The gun never went off, but I did hear the crunch of bones break in the man’s hand, and I heard him scream in horror and pain. The other man pulled out a knife, but before he could begin to use it he was flipped about ten feet into the air, and fell smack on his back right on the sidewalk. Both men yelled in terror as they gathered themselves together and ran down the sidewalk into the darkness. I stood there frozen wondering what was going on, not able to move a muscle.
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It all started just a short time ago when I finally became fed up with the way my life was, and decided to do something about it. Oh, I could have taken the right and proper route of restructuring my life. I could have changed my life with an overhaul of dieting and exercise, mixed with some personal meditation and reflection on my life. I could have started to attend church again, and rededicated myself to serving my fellow man and work again with the needy and homeless. These new directions are what the normal everyday person might have chosen, but not me. The first thing I did was to go straight to the local tavern down the street and drink myself into a stupor.
I of course, felt sorry for myself and had no idea how to recover enough from my misdirected life to go on and find a real answer to move me in the right direction. I didn’t have a clue as to what to do. After a few hours of talking with the bar tender I felt like my life was truly going down the toilet. The bar tender told me he had never met anyone quite like me who didn’t seem to have a clue about life, and what it was all about.
So I left him a small tip and proceeded to try and walk back to my apartment. I checked my watch for the time. It was 11:50pm on that cold crisp Saturday night.
Half way back to my little piece of heaven I ran into a challenge that to this day makes me shake my head in wonder. As I stumbled through the darkness along the sidewalk I ran right into what most people would call thugs. Actually, I ran into one of the two thugs. I literally banged right into him. I was watching my feet step along the sidewalk, and wasn’t watching where I was going. Bang, I smacked right into him. I looked up to say I was sorry, but all I could seem to see was the gun stuck right up against my forehead. I was asked for my money, and not very politely I might say too. I refused of course. My reason was quite simple. I didn’t have any. I really didn’t have any to speak of at all. Just two quarters in my pocket next to an almost empty book of matches. I don’t know why I even had the matches. I don’t smoke. As the man began to pull the trigger, I squeaked out the word, “help.”
Someone must have heard me because what happened next was truly a page right out of an angel saving manual. What I remember seeing was a hand that reached right out of space, grab the hand with the gun in it, and twist it up to the right. The gun never went off, but I did hear the crunch of bones break in the man’s hand, and I heard him scream in horror and pain. The other man pulled out a knife, but before he could begin to use it he was flipped about ten feet into the air, and fell smack on his back right on the sidewalk. Both men yelled in terror as they gathered themselves together and ran down the sidewalk into the darkness. I stood there frozen wondering what was going on, not able to move a muscle.
Sample text complete. To read more go to Amazon. com and order my book by Robert J Gehrke "Terrifically Twisted Tales." You can order the book on Amazon Kindle and in Paperback at Amazon.com. I hope you enjoy the book.
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