Angeline Arms

You wonder sometimes how you survive some things in life. When you look back at the wreckage of your soul, if it was someone else you think, "I'd feel something more about this."

But it's not someone else's life. It's mine. And I think of how my shock meter is so bent, that the things that should shock me don't. That I talk about a relative's attempted suicide like milk is two bucks a gallon surprises some.

People don't always know how you got to be where you are today. If you're blond or beautiful, if you're smiling and relatively happy, if you are successful or seemingly so, people may even think life's been easy.

and nothing could be farther from the truth.

Thank God for guardian angels.

Serve and Protect

Maybe you found this site through The Radical Write. If not, you may want to check out the March 3rd post about the police car that sped in front of us lights flashing and stopped. See post here.

Its funny how everything you've been trained to do shifts into autopilot in moments like that. I was so freaked by the idea that the cop was getting into his trunk (for a shotgun to shoot us, I thought) that I could not move.

Even though we live in a relatively sleepy village, we get a lot of cops screaming by with and without sirens, along with a few paramedics and the occasional firetruck. It's been said that we live near a drug highway. I don't know what percentage of cruisers are going for the drug runners, if any.

The policeman who raced in front of us March 1st puts his life at risk every day, and he was doing for us what he's do for anyone.

For me, it embodied a man laying down his life for the protection of someone else. Fortunately no one was hurt in that instance. I will be forever affected by his actions.

I still get choked up thinking, He didn't even know us.