Message-ID: <12121447.1075855525557.JavaMail.evans@thyme> Date: Fri, 30 Jun 2000 12:00:00 -0700 (PDT) From: judy.hernandez@enron.com To: jh306@netzero.net, suhernan@llgm.com Subject: Fwd: A Prayer for Angels Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-From: Judy Hernandez X-To: jh306@netzero.net, SUHERNAN@LLGM.COM X-cc: X-bcc: X-Folder: \Juan_Hernandez_Dec2000\Notes Folders\Discussion threads X-Origin: Hernandez-J X-FileName: jhernan.nsf ---------------------- 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: 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 Subject: A Prayer for Angels To: Angie Barnett 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