I had been shoveling snow off the steps when he appeared. He asked the way to the homeless shelter and I pointed out the direction. He literally held his hat in hand and seemed pained to asked me for a bit of spare cash.
I went inside pretending to go to the church office to fetch it out of a cashbox; in reality, I took it from my pocket. I went back out and gave it to him. He thanked me, bowing his tall, lanky frame.
He said goodbye then asked, "Do you believe in archangels?"
I felt the hairs on my arms stand up and prickles run down my spine. "Yes," I replied, "and guardian angels, too." I returned to my shoveling and he walked away.
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Saint Don Bosco had an interesting guardian angel. You may read about ... him? it? Here.
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