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Angelic Signs and Visitations
Twenty-years ago, Mama told me how she went into a shop looking for a little gift for me. The shop owner approached Mama with, “Are you shopping for someone in particular?”
“Yes, a gift for my son,” Mama answered.
“How old is he”, the owner returned.
“He’s forty.”
The owner walked Mama to the sporting goods section, “Great! We have football jerseys, baseball hats and fishing gear for men his age. What sports team does your son like?”
Mama grinned politely starring at the mountain of sports paraphernalia. The owner smiled back. “What,” she asked, not understanding Mama’s grin.
“My son is different”, Mama said, “He likes angels.”
“Angels?”