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I Saw Two Angels

 


It's not what you think. Today at just before noon as I was about pull into a park roadway from a busy road, that was just off where two highways intersected. I saw two young women standing on the busy road. One in the middle of the lane I was in. The other closer to the curb. And there behind the young woman in the middle lane was a doe strewn dead in the middle of the lane. 

Yes, a female deer on the ground with blood to her left one foot away from her and blood from and around her mouth and nose areas. Too it looked like a recent incident with the deer. I saw no cars that showed the driver had remained.

So here was this dead deer in the middle of the road guarded by two young women.

The two young women later reminded me of a sacredness that few demonstrate. One thought I will note is said during Hannakuh. There is a night that holiness is reckoned with. It says on that night, "You be holy. Because I the Lord your God am holy." (Leviticus) And as Mother Theresa has said about being holy... "Holiness is not the privilege of the few, but the duty of all."

So, at first I felt bad about a deer being killed. I was meeting a friend who had a gift for my bunnies and we agreed to meet in the parking lot at the park he was running in.

I pulled into the park and found a spot and parked. And my friend had arrived from midway of his run by his car at the same time. We waved, I walked over and retrieved the gift for my bunnies. We chatted briefly, then I parted.

As I was to go to an appointment, I had to now exit left where the deer and two women were in the roadway. As I had a clearing to make a left, the deer and two young women blocked half the lane. I then saw my friend not seeing this, restart his run turning to the right. As I looked to my left and proceeded to carefully make the left turn, the deer sat up. lt was completely coherent. It bled from its mouth and nose areas. It looked towards me and back towards the one young woman nearest it. My heart sunk. The other young woman held a phone in her hand and was calling for help. This struck me so deeply, I couldn't help but feel deep emotion as I drove and prayed for the next 8 minutes.

I prayed and blessed the two angels that guarded that which suffered and had no words.

Today, I shared this story with only three people. All three had a similar gut reaction that I'd had. And one thing else I knew about those three people was that, they would've done the same thing that those two young ladies did.

Too, as tough as life is. I will not lie about that. Sometimes we are delivered the blessing of seeing people in angelic roles to remind us that there are angels where we need them most.---Jody-Lynn Reicher 


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