angels for breakfast
...ing her. “I’m sorry if I offended you. I was only offering…” But before I could finish my sentence, she explained, “…no, no, it’s no you. I’m actually really glad someone else was here. I’m sorry for the way I acted. My name is Lizzy, yours?” I then proceeded to tell her my name. We got to talking about what was troubling her. She told me that her mother was gravely ill, and that was why she stayed after, to pray for her well-being. I gave my condolences, and hoped for her mother to get better. Lizzy accepted my words with a gentle smile, but I could easily notice the under-lying pain in her eyes. After talking for a good 25 minutes, she glanced at her watch and then told me that she just realized that she had forgotten to meet her mother at St. Gertudes Memorial Hospital after mass was over. I told her that I was sorry for taking up her time. She gave me a look of pertinence, and then told me that she was glad to have talked to me. I walked her outside to her car, only to then realize that it was a lot colder than before. Lizzy was not wearing anything too defensive against the weather, so I proceeded to give her my trench coat to wear… until the next time we met, which I hoped to be sooner than later. Wrapping the coat around her, she began to stare through me, not into my eyes, not at my face, but in the direction of my head, as if it were transparent. “Wh…wh…what are th… those?! She managed to sputter out with an ever- growing ghastly look upon her face. Not knowing what she was talking about, I replied with one eyebrow raised and my head tilted a little bit to the left. “What are what?” I replied. “Those! Are… are those… wings?” She took a few steps back to get an eye full of what was exciting her. I had never see such a reaction of excitement in my life. Yet, I had not felt them on my back, and I don’t remember having them on my back the night before, or any night before that matter. I had a set of wings on my back alright, three pairs to be exact, such those kinds that a Seraphim has, I made a mental note of that for I thought it was kind of cool to know that I had the wings of an angel. “You’re an angel! You were sent down to help me, weren’t you?! Don’t lie to me, your not allowed to lie, tell me… you’re an angel, right? Are you here to help my mother…?” She went on this relentless tangent about how she had prayed to God to send someone to help her out -- was I the one who He chose? Why me? When did these damn wings get themselves on my back any… oh my gosh! It must have been when I was asleep in the pew at church. It dawned on me what Father Elliot had said right before I fell asleep. Help others, even one person will do. I was ordained to be an angel, and to help out this young girl. A week past by, I had talked to Lizzy now on several occasions. She had offered to take me to lunch almost every day since the morning we met, and I went with her every time she offered. It was weird thought how now eating any type of food, whether it a B.L.T. sandwich, or a piece of bread, it all tasted as if it were the best food on earth. To my surprise, I rarely ever felt hungry anymore. I went to lunch with Lizzy to please her, and give her peace-of-mind. She had convinced herself that I was sent by Him to help her out in her hour of need. I had convinced myself that I was transformed to help her out as well. Nobody had taken notice of the two h...