I don’t know how y’all feel about guardian angels, but they must exist. I seem to have made a habit early in life of getting myself into scrapes that I needed help to get out of. I’ve managed to get old in spite of all the wrecks I was in and the mistakes I’ve made.
If there are guardian angels that are overworked, they were mine. I also think they must come in different pay grades, because some will allow their host to end up before a firing squad, while mine have to have been the cream of the crop. They not only pull me out of tight spots but if I do something that I know I shouldn’t, they have a way of making me regret it.
I think my mother is directing me towards Heaven sometimes. She reminds me, and I’ll remind y’all, Be safe! And never drive faster than your guardian angel can fly.
good advice….:)