My Angel Fred

From: Tony and Angela [TonyandAngela@Netzero.Net]
Type: Angel
Location:  
Sent: Sunday, April 30, 2000 12:40 AM

I wanted to convey to you how much I enjoy your website and the stories that are shared. When time allows, I scour the net searching for stories about angels on earth because I too have been visited by my angel. My hope is to one day find a story submitted by a person that is similar to mine; however, to-date I haven't been that fortunate.

When I was eight years old, I went to stay the week of spring break with my cousin, Kim, in a nearby town. On the last night there, Kim and I stayed up very late playing board games and with our dolls. I'm uncertain how late we stayed up exactly; however, I do know that it must have been past 2 a.m.

For no apparent reason, I awoke before daybreak the next morning. I remember wondering why I had awaken so early since I clearly had only had a couple of hours sleep. Nevertheless, I was drawn to the window at the foot of the bed.

As I sat there kneeling, elbows resting on the windowsill, I became in awe of the world outside. Unlike anytime in my life, the world looked different. I had never noticed the calmness of the crisp night air, not gazing moonlight in such a way that I had that early morning -- every thing within my view seemed magical and almost animated. The beauty outside that window that early morning is something that only the birth of my three daughters can equal. I sat still, quietly watching the world in darkness, and before long the sun began to rise from the east. As night turned to day, I sat and watched as the squirrels awakened and gathered nuts and the mother birds searched for food and fed their young. Every living creature and plant outside that window seemed happy beyond belief, and they seemed to rejoice and be thankful for the morning sunlight.

The light was beautiful, just as the animals indicated -- it was so intense and shimmery, much brighter and illuminated than sunlight normally looks. Even the sunbeams seemed to be alive as they bounced around playfully to the ground. Amused at the animation of the sunbeam, I began to trace its path from the ground to the sun, but to my amazement, the sunbeams didn't reach up towards the eastern sun. Instead, the sunbeams stretched to a very large, fluffy cloud directly within view of the window that I sat behind.

Unlike adults, children often accept things as they see them and rarely question whether or not it is physically possible by the laws of nature. An adult will reason that sunbeams don't radiate from a cloud but rather the sun, but as I child I just accepted what I saw and delighted in the magic of the moment. At the far end of the silver sunbeam, there was a being, similar to a man, standing on the cloud. He looked so humanly, I presumed that he was; however, I was translucent but three dimensional. He stood there, one arm resting against his side while the other arm was extended outward and pointing down toward the earth. From the palm of his extended hand, the silver beams of light were radiating to the ground. On his face was so much emotion -- his care and concern were obvious from his expression. As he stood there, I studied each detail; his long, flowing, translucent gown, the twisted belt around his girth, his bare feet with five toes, and long, flowing hair that bounced in the soft spring breeze.

I watched him for what seems like an hour as he would move his arm in different directions and emitting the glow from his fingertips. Accepting in a child-like way, I thought that was I was witnessing was Jesus standing there checking on sick people down on earth. As some time passed, he knelt and raised his arms, palms together, and faced to my left toward the heavens above. I sat and watched as his mouth moved deliberately and slowly, eyes open, and concern upon his fact. After about several moments, he turned to my right side and again kneeled. In front of him sat a huge, opened book nearly as tall in height as he was while kneeling. Again, I was able to view him from his profile, and I watched as he turned huge translucent pages from right to left. With his left hand, he'd lay his palm flat against the page, fingertips extended, and from his right hand, light would again radiate down towards earth. He did not "read" from left to right, top to bottom as humans do, but rather he'd move his hand wherever he wished an in no particular order. Regardless of the location, the beam of light would extend in different directions to the ground.

I sat still watching him till mid-morning, then finally my aunt called us from her kitchen to come and eat our breakfast. Obeying her, I removed myself from my window seat and hurried to eat my meal, hoping to finish quickly so that I could return to watch the man on the cloud. When I returned, he was gone.

Years passed, and I never mentioned my experience with anyone. Although I thought about it often, I did not feel a need to share my story. When I was twenty-two and expecting my first child, I finally decided to tell my pastor. According to him, what I saw was actually a guardian angel reading from the book of life. From that moment on, I've often wondered why God allowed me to see the angel's presence. Since that time, I believe that God has given my answer: God wants me to know, without a doubt, that he's real. I can never deny God's existence -- I've seen too many miracles in my life to ever deny him.

Three years later, I gave birth to twin daughters. One of the twins, Kaitlyn, has always had a special interest in Angels. One day it dawned on me that maybe there was a particular reason why she showed such a high degree of interest. With that in-mind, I decided that it was time that I shared my childhood experience with my daughters, and we sat down one evening and they were told with great detail and conviction about my belief in God and angels. My daughter Kaitlyn asked me, "Mommy, do you know your angel's name?" And with that, I had to answer her with a no regretfully. Since then, however, I often wondered about his name, and one day while driving with Kaitlyn in the car, I simply asked out loud, "What's my angel's name?" With that, a clear voice said back "Fred." My daughter and I now have answers to our questions, and now I feel that it's time that others hear about my encounter.