by Randy Duckworth

Created on: January 22, 2010

I have often heard people speak of angels on earth. Whenever they do, they always seem to tell this really heart-warming story about someone who has done something wonderful for them that completely changed the entire course of their lives. I guess you could say that this is one of those stories. You see, being a very spiritual person, I have always believed in angels, and in their presence among us. I even thought many times that I had experienced manifestations of that presence...at least, that's what I thought. However, it wasn't until my life was changed forever by the experience which I am about to relate here that I learned the true meaning of that phrase.

This wonderful story began shortly before Christmas of 1996, when I received a telephone call from my good friend, Ginger. She had phoned to let me know that she was going to be coming home to Missouri from Oklahoma. She had been living there for the previous ten months, helping to care for her sister, Wilma, who had been ill with breast cancer. At the time, I was only vaguely acquainted with Wilma. I had heard Ginger tell the story of how she and Wilma met many times. She said that she had been given up for adoption by her natural mother, so at first she had not been aware that she even had a sister. Then, when she learned that she did have biological siblings, she began trying to track them down, and found Wilma. She told me that after finding each other in 1976, they had become acquainted by writing letters to one another daily. Once they were in contact with one another they became very close in a short time, and remained so from that point on. She had told me all of this long before ever finding out that Wilma was ill. So naturally, when she heard that Wilma was ill, all she could think of was trying to help in whatever way she could. She decided that in order to do that, she needed to be near her; so she put her own life on hold indefinitely, and made the move!

I really hated the idea of being separated from Ginger, but I completely understood her desire to be there for her sister. I did, however, keep in close touch with her throughout her stay in Oklahoma. We wrote letters, and I would call her there often. On some of these occasions, Wilma would answer the phone, so I would speak to her briefly while I was waiting for Ginger to come to the phone. Mostly, we just made small talk about nothing in particular. This is how she and I got acquainted. But aside from those short conversations, my

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