|I grew up in a small Dutch Colonial salt box home full of love and wonderfull memories. Shortly after my Dad passed away I created a garden in his honour. I also followed his instructions to the letter. His instructions were,"Take care of your Mother, she's a klutz and Milly Kizal, she will take care of you!". Those were my Father's last words.
As Roman Orthodox goes, you are always in prayer. For that reason I have never been alone. My faith is great. The signs have shown themselves all my life.
...So after my Dad's passing, and eight months later Milly (my adopted Grand Mother) left us a small fortune. It was enough to fix the house and keep us from homelessness. Modesty would not allow me to be extravagant so I could only Hope, Wish, Pray and wait. It had always work. Mother's Alzheimer's did not allow me to make too many changes to the house. You know, stability and all.
For reasons too lengthy, I would sit in the attic for hours looking and changing my scenery, Hoping, Praying, Wishing I had a sky light to replace the hatch on the roof. I would think to myself, "How nice it would look to have light from above but skylights are expensive".
One day I was in search of, well, I would take walks and find things. After all, it was New York. Who knows what I would find. There was a location that had factories and there was previously thrown out a fabric that I can only discribe as mana! It was 'that green scrubby stuff' we all use to clean our pots and pans. I was in search of more. Although I rally had enough to create a small business which I did. It brought in nickles and dimes. The better part is about to happen.
As I approached the 'block' before the intersection, I saw from a distance, a man. he stood out a block away. Ican't recall what side of the street he was on, (isn't that strange?) I remember him pointing down beside him. Again he was dressed in a flowing gown as though it was Arabic in nature. However, it was the '80's in Brooklyn New York. Rarely were there any real Arabian people at all at that time there. Besides he was caucasion. Not all Angels are. Believe me. But in this day light, he was brighter than the day itself. He really stood out.
I wondered what he was pointing to. I turned around to see who he was gesturing to. When I turned back around he was gone. Completely gone! There was no where to hide, the area was clear of anything that could hide someone. It knew what and who he was. I iknew to walk very slowly, to take my time. I even turned my head a few times. I thought, "Jesus, what am I going to find?".
I approach the area that had what looked like a junk pile. At first my eyes could not understand what I was looking at. A pile of junk! Then as if my eyes and my brain worked together, I saw a window. A frame. A SKY LIGHT! Thanks to an Angel and Catapillar tractor and whoever removed that door, Our Lord saw fit to grant me the sky light.
Story short, it fit exactly to size and weight.
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