Touched By an Angel

While waiting for the bus yesterday, a homeless man walked up to me, smiled, laughed, some gibberish came out of his mouth, and he patted me on the shoulder. I smiled back, laughed and nodded my head. He laughed some more, said some more gibberish and patted me on the shoulder again and walked off. At first I wanted to take a shower, but then I realized that he might be an Angel giving me some reassurance. When I thought that, I felt really positive, so maybe he was.

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