One day when I was five years old I came home from school but no one was home and I was locked out. I was scared and crying as I sat on the front porch. A few people walked by and tried to talk to me but I told them I wasn't allowed to talk to strangers so they left me alone.
Then one woman came up to me and she was different, she was trustworthy. She asked me if I knew how to count to sixty and I told her yes. She told me to begin counting and that before I reached sixty seconds my mother would be home. I started counting and my mother pulled up in the driveway at fifty-seven.
No doubt she was an angel.
Then one woman came up to me and she was different, she was trustworthy. She asked me if I knew how to count to sixty and I told her yes. She told me to begin counting and that before I reached sixty seconds my mother would be home. I started counting and my mother pulled up in the driveway at fifty-seven.
No doubt she was an angel.
Utah, that's a cool story. I have no doubt that she was.
I truly believe that some of us humans are heavenly angels in disguise. 
