My best friend Tammy and I have a "secret code" we use with each other whenever we're too depressed to carry on. The key words are "the next lightpole" which came from a conversation we had the day after her husband moved out, and mine kicked me out. The general idea is "Have you ever gotten so depressed that everytime you pass a light pole on the road you think, if I hit the next lightpole going 80, I won't have to worry about any of this anymore?"
Well, one day a few months ago, she and I were driving home from my mother's house. Tammy was depressed because the guy she liked (my brother) was extreemly interested in another girl. I was just tired of the hassle of my life, and thinking that the next lightpole was looking pretty tempting.
One of us, probably me, brought up GOD/saying how suicide is the only unforgivable sin, because you can't ask for forgiveness when you're dead, and if you're sorry, why are you doing it now? How, though, did HE expect us to go on when our husbands had decided they wanted other women, my job wanted to fire me, and EVERYTHING hurt?
Even though I'd heard the song "In the Arms of an Angel" a million times before, I'd never listened to it before. It seemed kind of fitting that that song came on at that minute. Even more fitting was the fact that at that exact second, I looked out my window.
In the yard that we were passing stood a cement angel, it's arms raised as if offering something upwards, it's face pointed to the sky. It moved me more then words can say, bringing tears to my eyes, and filling my heart with hope I cannot describe here.
I know that a lot of people don't believe in miracles, and even if there were such a thing, that could of been just an easy coincidence. I told myself that the next day, and for a few days after that - untill the next time I came to my mom's house.
For the next couple of trips I stared out my window, trying to find my angel again. I wanted that same awe-inspiring feeling to come back. Finally, after a month of driving that road every week-day, I saw an angel on it. This angel was made of cement, but it's face was lowered and it's hands were in a prayer-like position. It was also about five miles south of where I "recieved my sign". How it changed my life:I know that GOD has not forsaken me, and that miracles do happen. Even more important, I'm sure that HE is carrying me just like the poem FOOTPRINTS promises us.
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