Holy Angels Are Real

My husband and I were flying from Brazil to Paraguay . Soon we heard unusual sounds , and the plane made sudden lunges as one of the wings began to break . I prayed intensely and then envisioned God’s angels holding it together , yet how I wished to see them for real ! After the plane’s safe landing , the airline director offered us a lift in a private taxi . After the director reached his destination , the chauffeur transported us further .

That evening we stopped at a restaurant . Entering , we passed by some cowboys with guns and guitars who sat on the floor singing . We were directed to a table . I checked out the whole of the restaurant . In one corner was a bar where a cowboy stood , boldly staring at me .

Oh , I thought , feeling immediately uncomfortable . A second glance confirmed his continued , nearly frozen stare . “ Why is he looking at me like that ? ” I asked my husband . “

Just don’t look back , ” my husband advised . “ Or he’ll think that you like him . Then he may shoot me and take you away . ” I shivered and lowered my head , starting to count the red squares on the red - and - white checkered tablecloth . A waitress brought us our meal , which included roast chicken , rice , and beans . The chauffeur was starving . No conversations ! He was too busy devouring his food . In fact , he sucked his chicken bones clean and threw them on the tablecloth ( to my disgust and shock ) . “ Are these normal manners ? ” I quietly asked my husband . “

I don’t know his culture ! ” was his reply . By now , still surrounded by cowboys and guns , my imagination was going wild , thinking of the worst - case scenario . Please , God , protect us ! Help me calm down . When the meal was over , we made our way to the car . “

Oh no ! That’s not possible ! ” I gasped . “ Who removed the wheels from our car ? ”

 I held tightly to my husband’s hand ; my long fingernails were almost embedding themselves into his palm . “ They are going to kill us ! ” But soon , some men appeared — carrying the same wheels they had just stolen — and sold them back to the driver . We were glad to leave ! Thank you , God , that holy angels are real .

Monique Lombart De Oliveira