Anyone who thinks guardian angels aren’t alive and thriving haven’t been to Everett. After enjoying a stroll on the beach at beautiful Howarth Park, I discovered I’d lost my car keys. Normally this would be vexing, though not a catastrophe, but on this day I’d brought my elderly mother to the beach, something she loves but can’t do for herself now. To add to the frustration, my small dog broke free of his leash and dashed down the beach.
I couldn’t leave my mother alone to go find my keys or to retrieve my dog. That’s when the first two “angels” arrived. Two young people, noticing my predicament, volunteered to watch over my mom. Thanking them, I struck off in a hurry down the beach. I hadn’t gone far when I met my next “angel.” A lovely lady with a warm smile came up to me with my dog in her arms. “Isn’t this your dog?” she asked. He was indeed. I was so relieved I hugged her.
I began scouring the beach for my keys, a daunting task. It seemed hopeless. Some boys who were skim-boarding asked me what I was looking for. When I told them, they said a very tall man had found keys in what now was under water and pointed to him walking south. I thanked them and dashed off after the man, but he was so far away! I called out, “My keys! My keys!” and a park ranger approached. The man had given the keys to the ranger for safekeeping, a very thoughtful deed.
I didn’t get to thank this other “angel” who helped me that day. I can only hope he knows how grateful I am and say thank you. I received such acts of kindness that day, and I thank you all!
GAIL MCCURRY-HUNTER
Everett
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