This world is cruel. Why must I be the one to wait for them to die, then carry their souls away? It can drive one insane. Oh, but there's always the special case. Such as the poor lady who was going to commit suicide, but a certain angel saved her life.
I kept my eye on this lady for a while. She had the intention to kill herself ever since her life started going downhill. She gave birth, but shortly after her husband died in a house fire. Her house burned down, but she was allowed to stay with a friend of hers. She lost her two jobs at the time, and she had to spend a week looking for open jobs.
One night, she was fired for the seventh time in a row; this time it only took two days for her to be thrown out. It was as if God was putting her through trials that always end with her being guilty, even though she hadn't done anything. She discovered that her mother died of cancer, and her friend was going to leave the apartment to go to the big New York City. She would have to find another place to live. Her favorite work dress was ripped by a rusty stair railing, and she was dragging herself to the apartment in the cold, unforgiving rain.
She entered the apartment, both physically and mentally worn out. She had to walk three miles in the rain because her friend was out and she didn't have any money for a taxi. She saw her hired nanny getting ready to leave, despite the fact that she wasn't supposed to until later that night. Her hired nanny told her that she won't babysit unless if she gets money.
And so, the young lady slumped herself down on the sofa, and was on the verge of tears. She heard a bird hit the window, and she threw herself up to take a look at it. The window was cracked. She banged her fist on the window in anger, and it cracked even further, then she banged again, harder, and the window shattered. The lady's hand was bleeding from cuts formed by the glass shards.
She heard her little son mumbling to himself, playing with some toys. She went and, with the little strength she had left, picked up the infant and put him in the highchair, and heated up and served some chicken bits. She grabbed the mail and sat down at a chair. The chair broke, sadly, and she stood up again and sat in another chair. She was ready to cry. When she saw the mail, and specifically the bills that she just couldn't pay, she finally cried. She wanted to die, and I could see that soon she would attempt to kill herself in any one of the variety of ways that I've seen too many times.
But then, when her son saw her broken and crying, he took out his pacifier and offered it to his distraught mother. The lady, still sniffling, looked at her son and took the pacifier. She then began to... laugh. She laughed happily, stood up, and kissed her angel on the forehead.1065Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡozGN96zjWi
Because of that unconditional love, I knew she would live for at least another forty years.1065Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx6tuCOaO9G
