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Mickey's
Angel
The weather
was nice but a bit windy but we all wanted to go to the
beach and look at the water.
Mama was
visiting me for a while and she had her warm cape on plus a
scarf around her freshly coifed hair. My friend Cianne and
her two small children met us down there and my husband,
Doug, and our two children, Sherry and Lisa were also with
us. I suppose Mickey was about three years old, just
talking real good and mostly non stop. We had a chair for
Mama and the rest of us sat on the boardwalk and watched the
children play in the sand. It was such a peaceful day.
Mickey ran
ahead as usual to get as close to the water as he could. He
ended up walking out on the pilings that ran from the sand
to the deep water.
I noticed a
man sitting there and I remember he was dressed in gray. He
looked like he was just sitting there enjoying the water and
not bothering a soul.
My husband
was keeping an eye on Mickey, because he knew Mickey could
not swim and the water was very cold. In fact Mickey had
a heavy jacket on and a cap. I glanced out at him and
all of a sudden he flipped over head over heels into the
cold water. It was like slow motion and Doug was already
running and screaming to the man that a boy had fallen over
in back of him. We saw Mickey go under the water and Cianne
nearly pushed me over trying to get up by holding on to
my head.
The man
heard Doug hollering and just flipped over into the water as
Doug was still on his way. The man grabbed Mickey and handed
him to Doug. It all happened so quickly that Doug was
checking to see if Mickey was all right and Mickey looked up
at Doug and said "Unca Doug, you saved me, all I saw was
brack bubbles."
We were all
crying and Doug handed Mickey to his mother dripping and
shivering, his eyes as big as saucers. She was so thankful
that he was alive that she just couldn't fuss at him.
We turned
to thank the stranger but he was gone. He had disappeared.
No one knew where he went or even saw him but us.
To this day
I believe he was Mickey's very own Guardian angel sent to
save him that day. Mickey never remembered the man, all he
remembered was the ???brack bubbles???, as he called them and
his Uncle Doug saving his life.
We thanked
God for his mercy and for sending one of His angels. I know
God has a special plan for Mickey. Right now he is in
Nashville working in a grocery store and writing music and
playing his guitar and singing when he can.
He called
me the other night and I told him I felt like God was
leading him into Christian music and he said that was
strange that I said that again to him because the song he is
working on now is "Why did they take Christ out of
Christmas?"
I told him
he was moving in the right direction. He is reading his
bible faithfully and really trying to find his way. God
saved him to sing His praises, I will always believe that
and when He does Mickey's career will be successful. In
God's time. In His perfect time.
Nanci L. Stroupe |
