ANGELS

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Taken From SEND ME YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL, St. Padre Pio: Written by Fr. Alessio Parente O.F.M. CAP. "And the Angel who talked with me came again, and waked me, like a man that is awakened out of his sleep... " (Zech 4: 1) "May God and His Angels protect you", wrote Mrs. Bower, U.S.A., "like our Guardian Angels protected us on the journey from Wyoming to Norristown." This reminded me of the time when I had indeed travelled in that direction and the story goes as follows: In 1978, whilst making a lecture tour in the U.S.A., I was invited to a meeting in a friend's house in Wyoming. Mrs. Bower and her friend offered to drive me there. Once I had reached the meeting, the time seemed to fly and, before I realized it, it was 12 midnight. So we climbed back into the car to make the long journey home. Mrs. Bower had driven the car to Wyoming and now she was behind the wheel again. I was quite tired and, being in the back seat, I went to sleep. We were only 20 miles away from Norristown when, in my sleep, a voice insisted: "Wake up, wake up!" I opened my eyes and, looking ahead, I saw our car getting closer and closer to a truck at high speed. I thought that Mrs. Bower was going to overtake it but, seeing the car going towards the right, I realized that she was sleeping. "Mary, Mary!", I shouted, and at this stage the car was already touching the foot-path. Hearing her name being shouted so suddenly, Mrs. Bower jumped up and quickly pushed the brake bringing the car to a sudden stop, thus avoiding hitting the rail of a bridge which was just ahead of us. If took a few minutes for us to recover from the shock but, before we started out again, we asked our individual Guardian Angels to bring us home safely. Let me assure you that I thanked my "companion" all the way for saving us from a sure death. In case the reader is of the impression that every time I take a nap, my Guardian Angel comes to rouse me from my slumber, such is definitely not the case. These days, I don't seem to find it any problem at all to shake off the "sand-man". Perhaps it is because I have, after Padre Pio's suggestion, invested in a new alarm clock, the noise of which would surely waken the dead, not to mention the living! In fact, a friend of mine who came to my room recently said that Big Ben couldn't "hold a candle" to it! Even at that, I regularly beat my alarm clock to it and come down the stairs to my little office to do some work before the daily procession of visitors begins. (No, not the Angels!) It is not for nothing that I got the nickname "the man who wants everything done yesterday!"

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