An Angel Walked with Me
From: Story type: Angel Location: Houston, Texas Source: Form Submission Date submitted: Mon Sep 24 11:18:51 2007
An Angel Walked with Me
On one November morning of 1992, I was dressing for a job interview as an administrative assistant at an upscale, luxury hotel. The weather was forecasting our first cold front that morning, and the week before Thanksgiving. I looked and felt my best especially since I was glad the holidays were here, and I was cheery. I was bundled in my favorite warm, cable turtleneck and, coordinated it with my sister’s satin skirt.
I arrived at the hotel and had my job interview which was brief. It was great timing, as I also had plans to have lunch with my sister, who worked minutes from the hotel. As I approached the main lobby to leave but, the doorman asked for my ticket in which, I did not park valet. I had parked my car in a garage where I HAD to walk a good distance, to get to the hotel and back. The doorman suddenly cautioned me to wait inside, until the wind died down, which I did not care much about. I let him know I had a lunchdate and had to leave. His persistent care convinced me to wait five minutes. We chatted for a few minutes and we saw how the wind was beginning to snap at every angle. Realizing I had no more time to waste, I thanked him for caring and began to walk down the driveway. The doorman called for me to wait again and warned me not to walk, as we saw the wind had picked up speed. I turned and smiled at him and said good-bye.
As I hurriedly walked along the sidewalk, I could not see the garage yet, since the street was curved. I could hear the wind howling, and could see the leaves falling, and even some branches breaking from trees. Within minutes, the wind pushed strongly against me and I began to panic since I was slender. I constantly held my hair back as the wind slapped it across my face. Suddenly, my skirt flew upward and I struggled to hold both my hair and skirt as I was holding my purse and resume too. Embarrassed that drivers would see my flapping, flying skirt, I walked faster and saw I was not even halfway to the garage.
The wind was loud, and it pushed me in different directions. I used my chest to lung forward and walk as best I could. At one point, I nearly fell and, by then I was looking for something; anything to hold onto. I saw a No Parking sign a few yards ahead and went for it. The wind did not spare me a minute and my body continued to be pushed and thrown. Eager to get to the sign, I stretched my arm and held onto the pole. With one arm holding onto the pole and the other holding my skirt, purse, and resume, I was thinking of what I should do next. Ten minutes past and I realized the wind was not stopping and that I could be late for lunch with my sister. I looked around and saw no approaching cars, no pedestrians, no one. I was frightened by now and I screamed a few times as the wind tried to break me free from the pole. I needed to be rescued and I looked for someone to yell at for help but still, there was not a human being in sight. Across from me, I could see a deli restaurant with people. I waved at them but no one heeded my cry for help. It’s as though they had a show to watch with my skirt flapping and even the chef watched!
Finally, I turned to prayer as I knew my situation was dire and dangerous. I prayed for God to send me an angel to help me. He did! I was shaking from fear and after waiting about fifteen minutes, I turned and suddenly saw a tall, young man walking on the sidewalk a few feet toward me. I couldn’t wait until he came closer to ask for his help. He was about six feet, handsomely built, and blond. When he was inches close to me, I took notice of his calm and confident demeanor. He was repeatedly touching up his tie and didn’t notice me until I smiled at him.
I hesitated to impose but I was eager to get to my car and be safe. I said, “Excuse me Sir, I need to ask you if I could…..(he stopped me short and suddenly finished my sentence with, “hold onto my arm?”) I was stunned at the thought of him reading my mind and knowing I needed to hold onto someone to walk me to the garage. He had a delightful smile about him and was fearless. He then poised his arm for me to hold onto and I quickly held on and felt assured of my safety from the wind. As we walked briskly, the wind was still blowing strong and we began to make friendly chat. The first thing he said was “Why is a beautiful, young lady like yourself doing walking in dangerous wind?”, then he told me, “You should heed when others warn you of the dangers of a windstorm.” I was shy and should have heeded the doorman, but I wondered if the man had come from the hotel as well. I did not see him around there, but again, he appeared from nowhere.
As we walked, I kept a lookout to the garage which I began to see. Soon, I was amazed at how calm and gentle he was with me, and I knew there was something about him that made me believe he was an angel. His eyes were of a dark blue hue, much like the ocean. He had no veins on the white of his eyes, and even the iris was not visible. His skin was extremely soft with no hair, and tawny-looking. He stood very straight and was lean and fit. Everything about him was perfect, like angels are perfect. He had a serene glow and when he smiled at me, I smiled back. His facial expressions never seemed to move and he was soft-spoken. I was convinced by now when I peeked at the back of his fine, silk blazer and saw that the tail did not move. Shy and that I was imposing, I thanked him for helping me and told him I would run under a small roof building, before running into the garage which was closer.
He insisted that he walk me to the garage; even my car and, again expressed the danger of the wind. But, I was too quick and ran. I smiled and waved and by the time I reached the small roof, I realized I did not thank him enough. Seconds later, I ran back to the sidewalk and he was gone. The distance to the end of the block was still far and there was no way he could have reached it that quick. I WOULD have seen him. He was not across the street even. He was nowhere. I was grateful and joyful that I received a validation of who he was. An angel without a doubt.
I am Catholic and I believe in fervent prayer. When I ask God for help, he sends me an angel. I hope you have enjoyed my story as much I enjoyed yours. Thank you for your website as, I have found I am not the only one with this experience. Thank you again.