I’m a firm believer that we all have a guardian angel, and I’m pretty sure the one assigned to try to protect me through my teens and 20’s got early retirement.
Driving cars and motorcycles, climbing towers, sledding down only partially covered roadways being pulled in a sled behind a car, and a myriad of other activities that you’d have to consider risky for a blind kid to undertake, probably qualified him or her for quite a sizable pension too.
In the past few decades, as common sense has tried to take control of my actions for the most part, my need for a guardian angel had diminished until about 2:15 this morning.
I won’t bore you with details of why sounds like those from an approaching train may fool you, but suffice it to say that a train traveling through Delphos on my way to work this morning that I thought was on a set of tracks some distance from me was actually within just a few feet of me when I crossed the tracks.
It was so close that my guide dog and I had to engage in a full-on sprint to get out of the way.
In addition to turning me awake instantly, it left me thankful that some guardian angel was still on the job on my behalf.
That’s the way I se it.