Touched by an Angel
December 21, 2020
I recently received this email about Alan from a good friend. It was written by Charles Spinelli. It was so touching that I asked Charles if I could share it.
This is from the heart…
What a year! I don’t think it’s necessary to recap all that occurred this year or how exactly we got to where we are…actually, I am not even sure exactly where we are??
But I do want to share this with you. I met my friend Alan the other day. Alan is an angel. Well sort of. He is actually a homeless man in the town we work in. He is grimy and he smells. His mode of transportation – a bicycle that is held together by duct tape. I buy him lunch or give him money every time I see him. But on this day, Alan gave me a great gift!
It was chilly and he was wearing a hoodie and a down overcoat. He had boots on, but there was a hole in the top were his sock was sticking out. I said hello and he immediately got up and held his hand out to shake mine. Despite his physical condition, and the pandemic, I unhesitatingly shook Alan’s hand. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be touched by an angel!
With a beaming smile, he asked how I was. Alan always asks me how I’m doing. And not just in a perfunctory way…he really listens. I paused for a moment and said, “You know Alan, I’m doing well.” I expounded, “I guess the challenge in these times is to look at what you have and be able to count your blessings. How are you doing?” I asked. He said, “My friend, I am blessed. I am warm and I have so much to be thankful for. Some people have it much worse than me.”
Wow! Angels always appear where they are needed. I knew immediately that God was using Alan to give me a message. Even in the midst of difficulty, we need to know that we are loved. And that it is never, ever as bad as it seems, because God is always with us. And, if we can love, we should love. If we receive love, we need to return love. Love is the only way that Alan can think that he is blessed. His very existence hangs in jeopardy every day – the weather materially impacts him, he relies on handouts for his meals, and he can only hope that he will find someplace safe and warm to sleep. Alan understands that God loves him, I think that is why he can positively say he is blessed.
Are we as confident in God’s love for us as Alan is? Personally, I often lose sight of that. The past month has been heavy. The uncertainty of everything has caused so much anxiety. My focus has been selfish, and I seemed to be caught up in the issues of the world. I have been at times anxious, scared, hopeless, angry, frustrated…sound familiar?
In a sense, Alan and I are very dissimilar. I have everything I need and most things I want. Alan, well, he literally has nothing. The world would say we have zero in common. But the world is wrong. God sees it another way. In fact, from His eyes, there is nothing different between us. We are both simply His children. In this sense Alan and I are brothers and God gives each of us the same gift – love.
I was really amazed how Alan could say he is blessed. I was also very embarrassed about why I think my troubles are numerous. Alan gave me the gift of perspective. As I paused to take stock of my life, I came to understand that there is indeed much to be thankful for. Just focusing on some of the things that I take for granted, gave me so much to ponder and pray about.
So, this week, let’s take a minute to contemplate all the gifts we have. Look at our spouses or your children; our family or our friends; and know that they are truly gifts from God. Reflect on how God is always there to help us along. And maybe we can also say that we are blessed…just like Alan the angel.
Charles
Thank you, Charles, that was beautiful….
Merry Christmas to all and……Stay Safe….
Every Day is a Gift
The Dash
June 18, 2014
A couple of months ago
I attended a funeral
During the Mass
The priest read a poem
Written by Linda Ellis
Simply Titled….
The Dash
The poem seemed to be
The topic of conversation
After the service
I never heard that before
That was very profound
It really made me stop and think
When we look at a gravestone
We only see
A name
A date of Birth
And…
The date they passed away
Between the 2 dates
You will find….
The dash
The little dash stands for
Everything that was accomplished
During their lifetime
What do we do to fill our dash
What have we passed on…
To our family….
Friends….
Co-workers….
All who we meet
What is our legacy
What did we do with the gifts
We were given
This is the measure of our dash
How do we want to be remembered
If given the chance to write
Our own epithet
What would it say
Do we live to fulfill
The words we would write
Live Your Dash!
Got a Minute
July 19, 2012
Hey …
Got a minute…
Do you mind if I
Get back to you
I have a lot going on
Have you heard that before?
Just wanted to stop by……
I had a few extra minutes
Can’t stay too long
Okay………..
Hurry up…..
I’m behind schedule
Why do we always seem to be rushing around?
You can’t even have a regular conversation
With anyone today
Without someone pulling out their cellphone
I just remembered
I have to make a note
Hold on
I just got a text
I must admit I have found myself
Fall into the abyss
We have lost all sense of
Quality time
Our communication is becoming
Cryptic
Why are we all so busy
Or
Are we just trying
To feel busy
Are we trying to feel important?
Looking to fill a void?
Well guess what?
We are all important
We are just too busy to show
The people we all love
Just how important
They are to us
Why are we
Always searching for more
Is the grass really greener…..
On the other side……
Why are we all so caught up
In not just being ourselves
To the world
You may be one person,
But to one person
You may be the world
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Humbled
December 8, 2010
I hope you don’t have trouble reading this entry. Recently I fell, separated my right shoulder and now I have to write left-handed.
People who know me say my handwriting is terrible. (I thought you went to Catholic School, didn’t they teach you the Palmer Method)?
You should see me trying to write and do everything left-handed.
You never realize just how much we take the everyday things we do for granted until they take your rights (arm) away from you. It might be okay if I was left-handed…..
But somehow I feel discombobulated. Everything has to be done is slow motion with my left hand. Go ahead try it!
Try eating with a fork left-handed.
Comb your hair or brush your teeth.
I feel like I am going thru rehabilitation. Come on George, I know you can do it.
How did I hurt my shoulder? Don’t even ask. I wish I could give you a great story.
You should see what the other guy looked like.
But no, it was humbling.
I was actually trying to cross the street at night in front of my office. It is dark and as I was going across the street a car was coming from my right. My first thought was… they seem to be going a little fast. I started to take a couple of quick steps to get to the other side of the street.
Little did I know that why I am looking to my right at the approaching car and breaking into a jog that a
“Beware… Pedestrian Crossing” sign was right in front of me.
What was that?
Was my first thought, as I was tackled head on…
glasses flying off my face….
I am falling and stumbling to get the first down (across the street and out of the car’s path).
I throw my right arm out to catch my fall. And as soon as my right hand hit the street…..
I felt and heard my right shoulder pop out of joint.
Now I am lying in the middle of the street, (fortunately, the driver stopped and got out of the car)
The owner of the pizza shop down the street, seeing the whole incident, came running over to help me.
Are you all right? What happened? Let us help you up?
I am half in shock…what and the heck hit me?……And in severe pain.
My first response…… don’t touch me, I just thru out my shoulder.
Looking back I can see the sign lying in the middle of the street and my body is locked into crippling position.
I could not stand up;
Dragging myself up to my office, (looking like the hunchback of Notre Dame), I yelled to my wife:
Janet!!!!!! (In extreme pain)
I threw my shoulder out….. I can’t even stand up…… I need a doctor.
Seeing me she says,
“What happened????? Did you get shot?”
Thinking fast, she ran down the hall. (We happen to have a chiropractor in our building)
Dr Jon comes in, takes one look at me and says:
Take George to the hospital.
Did you ever notice that everything takes soooo much longer when you are in pain?
We headed out to Virtua Hospital in Voorhees and let me tell you they did a great job.
Kudos to my old classmate, Rich Miller, keep up the good work.
I have a doctor, a doctor assistant and a nurse all pulling me in 3 different directions. Move a little more to the left, hold still, higher on your end…. but all of a sudden….
….Pop….my shoulder went back in.
How do you feel sir? Are you still in pain?
Anything has to be better than how I was feeling when I got here.
What did you give me?
Am I going to feel more pain later?
What should I take if it starts to hurt later?
Are you going to give me anything just in case it starts to hurt?
So it goes, they put Humpty Dumpty back together again.
For the next three weeks, I have my right arm in a sling……No Driving.
The doctor says there appears to be no ligament damage and I can start rehab on my right shoulder around the Christmas Holiday.
Sounds like good news to me…. but how am I suppose to cut down my Christmas tree?
JANET!!!!!!