Angels In My Life
by Lisa M. Henderson,
B.S. in Child Development/Family Relationships

As I look back over the past few years of my life, I realize my life has drastically changed. I once felt I had achieved nothing of value in my life. There were few things of which I was truly proud. My circle of friends seemed very small. Today, I feel as though I have achieved much and am proud of what I have been able to accomplish. It is apparent to me that my immense circle of friends has made such an influence on my life, that they have contributed to my successes. They are my angels.

I remember the angels who listened to me and comforted me when I was abused physically and verbally by an angry husband. I remember the angels who sent me good wishes and prayers when I finally gained the courage to get myself and my two children out of that marriage. When I had no money to change the locks on the apartment, my angels generously and anonymously provided the funds to ensure we were safe from a violent husband. The money that I received went even further to buy groceries and shoes for my children.

I remember the angels who helped me to find myself again. They encouraged me and reminded me of all the wonderful things of which I was capable. They called me on the phone and they wrote me letters, making sure that I was able to survive. I remember the angels who, again and again, helped support me financially and emotionally through some of the most difficult days and weeks of my life.

The angels were present at Christmas time; more than once piling up presents under the tree so that my children would know the joys of the holiday season. I remember the angels who sent generous amounts of gift certificates so I could choose my children's Christmas gifts. The joy of giving came from so many wonderful people that it brought tears to my eyes. I remember the angels who collected gifts from other angels and drove over a hundred miles to deliver them to me in person. I remember the angels who surprised me through the holiday seasons with cards and letters and gifts even for me.

I remember the angels who would not let me drown in my depressions, refusing to listen to me when I said I didn't want to be bothered. Those angels prayed for my spirits to lift and continue on, even when I felt there was no light. I remember the angels who gave me a strong shoulder to lean on and those who did not judge me for my actions or decisions. I remember the angels who, even when immersed in their own problems and heartaches, reached out to me to brighten my day.

Yes, I know there are angels. Many of you who read this will recognize yourself as one of my angels. It is only because of the angels in my life that I can call myself a success. It is you who have loved me, cared for my family, and supported me in my darkest hours. Many of you probably don't realize how much you have touched my life, changed my life, and uplifted my life. But know that you are with me and are remembered with great gratitude and love.

Lisa Henderson