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---------------------- Forwarded by Judy Hernandez/HOU/ECT on 06/30/2000
06:58 PM --------------------------- Angela Barnett 06/12/2000 06:20 AM To: lsharis@msn.com, Regina Blackshear/Corp/Enron@ENRON, Judy Hernandez/HOU/ECT@ECT, Eve Puckett/Corp/Enron@ENRON cc: Subject: Fwd: A Prayer for Angels ---------------------- Forwarded by Angela Barnett/HOU/ECT on 06/12/2000 06:19 AM --------------------------- Topey0661@aol.com on 06/11/2000 08:45:43 AM To: Angela.Barnett@enron.com, BDin64@aol.com, cenriquez@usaid.gov, anabellagra1@hotmail.com, knvjmvgnv@yahoo.com, kittenkid_65@yahoo.com cc: Subject: Fwd: A Prayer for Angels Return-Path: <kittenkid_65@yahoo.com< Received: from rly-yh05.mx.aol.com (rly-yh05.mail.aol.com [172.18.147.37]) by air-yh05.mail.aol.com (v74.10) with ESMTP; Sat, 10 Jun 2000 17:14:27 -0400 Received: from web701.mail.yahoo.com (web701.mail.yahoo.com [128.11.23.21]) by rly-yh05.mx.aol.com (v74.16) with ESMTP; Sat, 10 Jun 2000 17:14:09 -0400 Received: (qmail 14535 invoked by uid 60001); 10 Jun 2000 21:14:08 -0000 Message-ID: <20000610211408.14534.qmail@web701.mail.yahoo.com< Received: from [152.163.201.202] by web701.mail.yahoo.com; Sat, 10 Jun 2000 14:14:08 PDT Date: Sat, 10 Jun 2000 14:14:08 -0700 (PDT) From: Mary Westbrook <kittenkid_65@yahoo.com< Subject: A Prayer for Angels To: Angie Barnett <Angela.Barnett@enron.com< MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii X-Mailer: Unknown << << A Prayer For Angels << <<Barbara was driving her six-year-old son, Benjamin, to his piano lesson. <<They were late, and Barbara was beginning to think she should <<have canceled it. There was always so much to do, and Barbara, a <<night-duty nurse at the local hospital, had recently worked extra shifts. <<She was tired. The sleet storm and icy roads added to her tension. <<Maybe she should turn the car around. "Mom!" Ben cried. "Look!" Just <<ahead a car had lost control on a patch of ice. As Barbara tapped the <<brakes, the other car spun wildly rolled over, then crashed sideways <<into a telephone pole. <<Barbara pulled over skidded to a stop and threw open her <<door. Thank goodness she was a nurse-she might be able to help these <<unfortunate passengers. Then she paused. What about Ben? She couldn't <<take him with her. Little boys shouldn't see scenes like the one she <<anticipated. But was it safe to leave him alone? What if their car were <<hit <<from behind? For a brief moment Barbara considered going on her way. <<Someone else was sure to come along. No! "Ben, honey, promise me <<you'll stay in the car!" <<"I will, Mommy," he said as she ran, slipping and sliding, toward <<the crash site. It was worse than she'd feared. Two girls of high <<school age are in the car. One, the blonde on the passenger side, was <<dead, killed on impact. <<The driver, however was still breathing. She was unconscious and <<pinned in the wreckage. Barbara quickly applied pressure to the <<wound in the teenager's head while her practiced eye catalogued the other <<injuries. A broken leg, maybe two, along with probable internal <<bleeding. << <<But if help came soon, the girl would live. <<A trucker had pulled up and was calling for help on his cellular phone. <<Soon Barbara heard the ambulance sirens. <<A few moments later she surrendered her lonely post to rescue workers. <<"Good job," one said as he examined the driver's wounds. <<"You probably saved her life, ma'am." Perhaps. But as Barbara <<walked back to her car a feeling of sadness overwhelmed her, especially <<for the family of the girl who had died. Their lives would never be the <<same. Oh God, why do such things have to happen? Slowly Barbara opened <<her <<car <<door. What should she tell Benjamin? He was staring at the crash <<site, his blue eyes huge. "Mom," he whispered, "did you see it?" <<" See what, Honey?" she asked. "The angel, Mom! He came down from <<the sky while you were running to the car. <<And he opened the door, and he took that girl out." << <<Barbara's eyes filled with tears. "Which door, Ben?" <<"The passenger side. He took the girl's hand, and they floated <<up to Heaven together." <<"What about the driver?" <<Ben shrugged. "I didn't see anyone else." <<Later Barbara was able to meet the families of the victims. <<They expressed their gratitude for the help she had provided. Barbara <<was able to give them something more - Ben's vision. There was no way he <<could have known-by ordinary means-who was in the car or what had <<happened to either of the passengers. Nor could the passenger door have <<been opened; Barbara had seen it's tangle of immovable steel herself. <<Yet <<Ben's account brought consolation to a grieving family. <<Their daughter was safe in Heaven. And they would see her again. << << A Prayer For Angels << I prayed for Angels to guard you night and day. << I prayed they would hover and keep harm away. << If you hear the swish of wings or feel a gentle touch. << I know God heard my prayer today and loves you very much. << <<Send this to all your friends and the person who sent it to you. << <<If you get it back- you know you have a friend for life!!! << <<--------- End forwarded message ---------- << < < < < < __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Photos -- now, 100 FREE prints! http://photos.yahoo.com
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