I am not sure what prompted me to scribble my thoughts, but it could be after watching Jimmy Stewart in the TV movie of "It's A Wonderful Life". That movie launched that actor into a variety of other Movies and it is hard to believe, at least for this old gruff, that renowned Christmas movie was made before I was even born, and that was the first time I had seen it. During commercial breaks, I recalled the time me and my two sons had the opportunity to be in the movie "Avenging Angel" with Charles Heston playing the role of Brigham Young. Then at another TV commercial, I thought of another made for TV Series which me and my two sons were in as well as our baseball team, in "Touched By An Angel". Although I wasn't impressed with the stars of that series, our baseball team was impressed as the team got a big bonus check for playing baseball, and they are still waiting for the phone call from the New York Yankees! Although many may describe me as a "Heathen", I confess that may describe me, but I feel that my life has been spared many times on earth just may have been spared time after time, and still not sure why. One thing I do believe in for sure- their is eternal life for those of us wandering around our short time here on earth, and to me, after several encounters with death itself, it is all a mere weekend test for all of us, and their are those who have known us in our times on earth or in a prior life form who are sent to be our "Guardian Angels" when we wander where it is dangerous. My brother Hal and I have fished in American Fork Canyon for more years of life than some of the local "Hellions" that speed up there, then speed down and no idea of how to enjoy the drive! To them, like we were once upon a time, speed is their only purpose of their need to go like a bat out of Hell, and their have been occasions I have traveled there alone on Thanksgiving Day to take in God's wondrous beauty of the earth and trees, and for answers such as what Jimmy Stewart felt while on the Bridge to take his own life as he thought his life was a waste as he mistakenly thought down about himself. But behold, along comes an Angel type who had not yet earned his Wings, as he needed to convince Mr. Bailey to see what his life would have been had he never lived. When I went to American Fork Canyon to fish one day, I parked by what my brother had called "The Rock" which was a golden place to catch an unsuspecting German Brown and where Hal should have been killed after being swept down the raging river. The wind was blowing hard that day and I could hear the breaking of limb's as I parked. Just before I got out to send the wiggly worm on to the hook, I felt the presence of others on my right shoulder, and it was an intense knowledge that I needed to get the Hell out of there and followed that feeling, gunning in down like the Hellions I had called the youngins. The next week, my brother and I parked at the same place to fish and told him of my experience and low and behold there was a giant tree that had fell down right where my life had been spared. To me, that was pure knowledge that Guardian Angels prompted me, and those Guardian Angels must have came in droves like a four alarm fire, as I got down where the sudden wind came up and felt it was not yet my time. Then other times, I have sat at my desk at home and for some odd reasons, I stack old artifact's and photos in piles and the same photo or journal would fall on the floor in front of me and I would routinely pick it up time after time. Once was a photo of my great Uncle Hy Tolley who had the vocabulary of J. Golden Kimball, who was a swearing General Authority of the LDS Church. When Uncle Hy's Photo on his horse fell for the last time, I could feel his presence above my right shoulder and the "no-word" words he shouted to my heart or dead brain was "For Hell's sake, you are the only one that knows my history, now Dam it, write it" and I did. I finally felt it as if he was really there. To me, it doesn't matter if you are a saint or sinner, their is mystical and Magical thing on earth that we often can't see or hear, but miracles do happen and angelic beings are sent to help us through those things, but we have to be in a position to accept those things we don't fully understand. If I was one of those Pioneers coming across the Plains with Brigham Young, and I asked him to stop a minute, so I could call my loved ones back in the British Isle's, he would have kicked me out of the Mormon Faith, for picking up a small piece of metal out of my Bibs and talking to folks thousands of miles away. Nowadays, it is a given, but not back in those "Kick that son of the Devil" out of my presence. My final advice is similar to what our Baseball Little League Coach-Craig Scilanno would often say "Never Ever Give Up" before he collapsed on the field at 38, and sadly died leaving a son and pregnant wife. And my CPR didn't bring him back, and both my sons never recovered from that nor have I. We all have Angels that just may have not received their wings yet. So Never Ever Give Up.
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