Angels Do Exist
Yesterday, my family and I went to Pike Place Market. I'm in a wheelchair and my family is taking turns pushing me. While I'm frustrated with the rude motherfuckers who insisted on crossing in front of a moving wheelchair, my faith in humanity was restored by one stranger who prevented us from ending up in the ER.
You see, my brother and I were going to meet his wife at the gum wall, but we had to go down a ramp to get to a lower level (before we found an elevator). The problem was that the ramp was kinda steep and it was wet from the rain. My poor brother was trying so hard to keep us from crashing and his shoes had no grip. The brakes on the wheelchair did nothing and my fingers had gotten caught in the spokes of the wheels. Going down was my stupid idea, and luckily, we were saved. We were saved from flying straight into a wall by one stranger, aka an angel, who managed to slow us down enough for us to gain control again. Most of you know that I am a big (fat ass) woman. My brother is a big man (he's 5'9 and muscled). This angel of a stranger risked himself for us.
Mr. Angel, I don’t know if you’ll ever read this, but if you do, again, thank you from the bottom of my heart. You saved my brother and I from a world of hurt. Thanks aren’t enough and I wish there was something I could do to show you my appreciation. Since I can’t, I will pay it forward. Your goodness deserves to be shared with others. I am however, praying that God will bless you in everything you do, want, and need.