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An Angel Story
Submitted by: Tammy D.
Ottawa, Canada.
November 2001

One afternoon, feeling exceptionally down, I decided to go to St.Patricks church in Ottawa (Canada). I had been having relationship and financial difficulties and felt like life was generally becoming unbearable. I sat in the pews for awhile just thinking about life and worrying about my future. About ten minutes passed and I looked up to see a young boy walking down the aisle looking directly at me. There was only a few other people in the church as it was the middle of a busy work day. He came directly to me and asked me if I'd mind if he sat beside me. I answered that I didn't. Once he sat down he told me his name was Joseph. He asked me what my name was. I told him. "Tammy is such a beautiful name" he said. I thanked him. He then put his little hand on my hand and asked, "who gave you those rings on your fingers?" I answered, "my boyfriend did". He then said, "They are beautiful, just like the hand that wears them". Thank you I said again. "He is a lucky man to have you in his life" he stated next. "You think so?" I questioned."Oh yes" he beamed. The compliments continued, he commented on my hair, how beautiful my eyes were and how lucky I was to be how I was. I felt like i had my very own cheerleader. During this, I asked him how old he was. He said he was 10 years old. Strange, because I felt I was talking to someone much older. He spoke unlike any ten year olds I'v ever known. He also told me he was a choir boy at the church. Later in our conversation he spotted a street person who sat near us and frankly who's body odor was quite pungent. He then said to me, "don't go over there, that man stinks!" At which I replied, "Thats not very nice, I'm sure he never planned his life that way" He smiled up at me and said, "did you come here to pray?" I answered that I did want to say a few prayers. He advised me to pray and to not pay any attention to him. So I proceeded to kneel and begin the "Our Father". Half way through the prayer I couldn't help but notice him staring at me...I then faltered in my prayer. I turned to him and said "I just drew a blank, can you pray with me?" He then finished my prayer for me. Thats when I told him I had to go. He asked if he could walk me to the door and I said yes. When we got to the door of the church, he asked of he could give me a hug. I let him hug me. Then I asked as I walked outside, "Hey why are you not in school?" He said, "There is no school today". I then asked him, "Shouldn't you be going home soon?" He responded by saying, "No I think I will go back inside for awhile longer". He disappeared into the church, never to be seen by me again. When I got into my car I simply sat there, shaking my head. I thought to myself, "What just happened here?" I truly felt like I had met an angel. He lifted my spirits, helped me put my life into perspective and reminded me of how lucky I really was and above all I should be thankful for what I did have.

Apon mentioning this occurance to a friend and her mother who were regular parishners at the church, they informed me that they had never seen a choir boy who matched my description. Also choir boys in that church had to be at least 12 years old and not 10 to perform such duties. My friend's mother was convinced I spoke to Christ himself. All I know is whoever that angel or being was he fulfilled a purpose that day. He got me back on track and reminded me of how fortunate I was. I have never forgotten that experience nor it's lessons. In fact, I still draw upon it to this day.

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My Supernatural Experiences
Submitted by: Jennifer H.
Quebec, Canada.
November 2001.

I can say I'm a believer in the supernatural and I may have experienced it on a few occasions. Let me tell you that today, I still don't know if these things really happened. It seems that when I am in the actual moment I'm very afraid and truly believe. Later however, once I think things through I convince myself it was only my imagination.

Anyways, the first time I recall experiencing something supernatural was when my godmother died a few years ago. We were not exceptionally close but I still loved her with all my heart. One night, a couple of months after she died, I believe I heard my name being called. It sounded very clear but far away. I assumed it was her because it sounded so much like her voice which had been raspy. Just after the first time I heard my name called I heard it two or three more times. I then sat up in bed and asked "what!?" (I was freaked out at this point). Her response was alittle funny, she said, "Jen??" as if to say "you can hear me?". I suppose she realized how afraid I was so she didn't bother to continue. I'm still curious about what might have come out of the situation but at the time my fear stopped any possible further communication.

Another form of communication can be found in dreams. So you can understand that dreams are very important to me. I love to ponder on them and try to decipher their meanings and symbols. There was a time when I had a most memorable dream, one that struck me as different then almost all I'v ever had. In this dream I was at school (my college of that time) and I was walking to a door when a really handsome man opened it for me. I don't remember the rest of the dream but he reappeared in my dream just before I awoke. He then opened another door for me. I was flabbergasted, even in the dream, that there was there was a handsome and polite man ready to be a gentleman for a complete stranger (I seemed to know all the faces around me except for his).