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Photo of me modeling circa 1980
The young woman loved her new apartment and painted the bedroom furniture baby blue. Angels Show Up.
She was modeling full-time and her picture was in the newspaper every week and often on television ads.
Her grandmother could even eat free at Perkins because her photo was on the menu. Her mother said, “You can’t be a model, your legs are too skinny.”
She kept everything as smooth as possible.
There were no feathers rustled. Ever.
She prayed in the morning and evening and often in between. She was sure Angels were watching, guiding and helping her when needed and sometimes they were needed. Coming home from work one night a man grabbed her and started to strangle her.
She kicked and screamed. Angels Show Up and he ran away.
She was out jogging and a man attacked her. All ninety-five pounds of screaming and kicking and Angels Show Up. He fled.
She was coming out of a store and approaching her car when five men grabbed her purse and her car keys out of her hand. They pushed her, tossing her around between them like a ping pong ball. Laughing they told her they were going to take her for a joy ride. Sensing the leader of the gang she looked him straight in the eye and said, “Don’t do this. I promise, you’ll regret it,” she pleaded with him.
The Angels Show Up.
Ten minutes later he threw the keys on the ground and told his boys to let her go. The message was loud and clear… they are always near.
Angels Show Up.
