He said, "I come from the East."

From: Mr. Bill Gaston (gastonmc@sbcglobal.net)
Story type: Angel
Location: McAllen,Texas ,USA
Source: Form Submission

It was February and my mother and I were living together in a house in a town of about 150,000 in Texas. She had terminal cancer and died before midnight early on the month. The Hospice nurse had been coming every day and was there when she died. She called the funeral home .They took my mother out about 1:00A.M. That Catholic Sister talked to me for a while , then I was left alone. Although I was past fifty years of age I was uncomfortable going by the door of the room where mom had died.

I tried to sleep but kept waking up , so I made coffee and went out about 5:00A.M. on my motorcycle to just stay out of the house until the sun came up. I rode maybe 40 miles North of town and was returning after it was light. As I came into the edge of town I saw a lone man pushing a bicycle toward town. He had a light brown leather jacket and had no hat. His hair was white and a little long, but I couldn't see his face. I rode in to a cafe for breakfast and when I came out to go home to make the telephone calls to relatives I saw that man again. He was stopped in front of a bicycle shop . I could tell he was in his thirties and about five feet eight inches tall. I went home .

I made the calls and went in the kitchen and looked out to the street- I saw him sitting with his back to me on the curb in my yard. Then I think I was concerned for the first time. I went out the front door and asked him if he wanted some coffee. Without turning he said he didn't use coffee. I went back inside to the bathroom. I heard the doorbell ring. It was him, I could see through the front window. I was a little scared by now.

I opened the door and saw him through the screened door, he had combed white hair and his eyes looked peaceful and they were dark green. His skin was light tan without a wrinkle. He spoke to me. He said, "I know what happened her last night , it happens in all families. It is natural and all is good as it should be - you have no reason to worry."

I asked, "Where are you from?" He said, " I come from the East". I asked , "Where are you going?" He said, "I am going West." He then turned and went to the street and started to push his bicycle away. I ran to the phone and called my neighbor who lives across the street and she said she did not see any one in my yard. I ran out to the street to see where he went- I saw nothing. I got on the motorcycle and searched all around the neighborhood , he was not there.

Several days later I thought about the fact that he said he came from the East. That is /was a sort of code from ancient times for one mystic to reveal himself as a mystic to another holy man. So was this an angel? Who is to say?

I do think it had to be an angel , for how did he know what had happened the night before? I never saw him again.