A few years back, I got a call saying that my wife had had a traffic incident on the way home from work. Not speaking of a tragedy here. She had slipped into insulin reaction, and a young woman deputy sheriff spotted her weaving around the road, fortunately at low speed. The deputy got enough look to surmise the sort of problem, and nudged my wife's car into the ditch where it stalled. The car had only minor damage on the side, and my wife was unhurt. Later that night the deputy herself came to our house to see if my wife was ok. She mentioned the feeling that my wife's guardian angel was on duty that evening. I said yes, I know she was. That was when I hugged a deputy sheriff big time.

Some of us may be raggedy excuses for guardian angels, but for what we're worth, we're not going anywhere.