angels are everywhere

A drunk man in an Oldsmobile

 

They said had run the light

 

That caused the six-car pileup

 

On 109 that night.

 

When broken bodies lay about

 

And blood was everywhere,

 

The sirens screamed out eulogies,

 

For death was in the air.

 

A mother, trapped inside her car,

 

Was heard above the noise;

 

Her plaintive plea near split the air:

 

Oh, God, please spare my boys!

 

She fought to loose her pinned hands;

 

She struggled to get free,

 

But mangled metal held her fast

 

In grim captivity.

 

Her frightened eyes then focused

 

On where the back seat once had been,

 

But all she saw was broken glass and

 

Two children's seats crushed in.

 

Her twins were nowhere to be seen;

 

She did not hear them cry,

 

And then she prayed they'd been thrown free,

 

Oh, God, don't let them die!

 

Then firemen came and cut her loose,

 

But when they searched the back,

 

They found therein no little boys,

 

But the seat belts were intact.

 

They thought the woman had gone mad

 

And was traveling alone,

 

But when they turned to question her,

 

They discovered she was gone.

 

Policemen saw her running wild

 

And screaming above the noise

 

In beseeching supplication,

 

Please help me find my boys!

 

They're four years old and wear blue shirts;

 

Their jeans are blue to match.

 

One cop spoke up, They're in my car,

 

And they don't have a scratch.

 

They said their daddy put them there

 

And gave them each a cone,

 

Then told them both to wait for Mom

 

To come and take them home.

 

I've searched the area high and low,

 

But I can't find their dad.

 

He must have fled the scene,

 

I guess, and that is very bad.

 

The mother hugged the twins and said,

 

While wiping at a tear,

 

He could not flee the scene, you see,

 

For he's been dead a year.

 

 

 

The cop just looked confused and asked,

 

Now, how can that be true?

 

The boys said, Mommy, Daddy came

 

And left a kiss for you.

 

He told us not to worry

 

And that you would be all right,

 

And then he put us in this car with

 

The pretty, flashing light.

 

We wanted him to stay with us,

 

Because we miss him so,

 

But Mommy, he just hugged us tight

 

And said he had to go.

 

He said someday we'd understand

 

And told us not to fuss,

 

And he said to tell you, Mommy,

 

He's watching over us.

 

 

 

The mother knew without a doubt

 

That what they spoke was true,

 

For she recalled their dad's last words,

 

I will watch over you.

 

The firemen's notes could not explain

 

The twisted, mangled car,

 

And how the three of them escaped

 

Without a single scar.

 

But on the cop's report was scribed,

 

In print so very fine,

 

An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway 109.

 

He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare.
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This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven,

 

He saw me, and he asked: 'My child, what is your greatest wish for today?'

 

I responded: 'Lord please, take care of the person who is reading this message, their family and their special friends.

 

They deserve it and I love them very much. '

 

This message works on the day you receive it.

 

 

 

Let us see if it is true 20 ANGELS EXIST

 

but some times, since they don't all have wings, we call them FRIENDS.

 

Pass this on to your true friends.

 

Something good will happen to you at 11:11 in the evening; something that you have been waiting to hear.

 

Please do not break this prayer; send it to a minimum of 5 people!