reply to post by HomerinNC
I've had a couple encounters, and was an "angel" so to speak to someone else.
Back in my college days, when I didn't have class the next day I would go on late night walks (due to overheating, in the winter I'd usually wear a
hoodie and gloves and walk about 1-2 miles). On one of my walks, about midnight or so, I for some reason was delayed in getting out.
Halfway on my way out, I passed up a guy holding several grocery bags and muttering to himself (At the time, the place I lived was not the most decent
area - Folks out that late didn't really trust one another, and didn't intervene with the others' problems). I continued on my way, and on the way
back noticed that he was only maybe 5ft farther than where he originally was.
At this point, one of his bags ripped, and he just kind of howled on the spot; I've never heard someone in that much pain or despair. At that point, I
picked up the bags, and asked him which way he was heading. He pointed in the direction away from my apartment, and without a word I got him
As we went along, it became apparent that he was only talking to stay conscious, had I a phone, I would've called the police (not to arrest him, but
to get him home safely), but because I didn't, I kept talking to him - talked about anything that came on his mind. When he started to feel dizzy, I
prayed that I'd have enough strength to get him & his groceries home (He was leaning pretty heavy on my shoulder, and not in the best of shape). Just
when I thought my strength would give out (leaving us both in trouble), we made it to his apartment. Told him to get both his gloves and boots off,
and slowly warm his hands up before going into the apartment.
I stayed a little bit to warm my own hands, as plastic bag handles wrapped around gloves in 18-degree windchills don't exactly help, and when I saw
him reach for his wallet (with the intent to pay me), I told him to keep the money in there (I mean, keeping someone alive is worth more to me than
any money). All the while, he insisted, that I must have something; just smiled and told him I needed to be on my way, as I had about a mile to go.
Seeing as we never crossed paths again, I'm sure he's still wondering what kind of kid, dressed as I was, would be out at that time.
And here's my part of the angel story: When we were talking on the way back to the apartment, he started talking about some of the darker things
(jail, drug usage, excessive drinking) he'd done in the past - never once did it cross my mind that this could be an elaborate trap to just get me in.
He also had a medical condition (which meant a couple more minutes in the cold, and he may have not made it). The reason he was out? Couldn't afford
the car, and all the money in his wallet was for the month's worth of groceries he had. On my way home, I was kept safe, as if whatever made me late
starting on my walk was thanking me for helping him out. I mean, nothing went right that day, and I usually take walks when I need to de-stress. It's
funny in a way - had everything gone as planned during the day, I may have not taken the late-night walk when he was out. Don't care if he was a felon
or ex-felon, someone was watching over him, and made sure that one of the people that would help was walking the streets that night.
I got home safe & sound, with only a little frostbite on my fingers (nothing that couldn't be fixed with a little hot water).
edit on 12/8/2013 by fossilera because: re-reading my own story.