Holly Honeychurch

Holly Honeychurch

I had another Guardian Angel Experience today

Something special happened to me this morning. I’d spent an enjoyable hour missioning around York and was walking to the bus stop, laden down with my wares; boxes and birdseed. The bus was already there. I love it when that happens. I got on and asked for a ticket. I reached for my purse to get my card (you can pay with contactless now…yay) and went to pay. The bus driver said I couldn’t pay like that - he’d already put the ticket through as ‘cash’. There was no other way. I’d have to get off the bus, walk to a cash point, and come back. I had five minutes. He didn’t even give me a chance to get my card out. I was too flummoxed to be annoyed.

Then, my guardian angel stepped in.

She was a lady who had seen my quandary. Her name was Antya. She offered to pay for my ticket. I felt awkward inside somehow. This was a new experience for me. Being paid for by a stranger. She told me she’d just finished giving a guided tour of York and had been given lots of tips. It all happened so fast and before I knew it I’d accepted her offer. Wow. She paid for my ticket.

I felt overwhelmed with gratitude. Enough that my heart could have burst. It was almost too much to bare - taking kindness from a stranger. I just kept saying thank you as I looked into her eyes and asked her name and said thank you again. I was a jibbering wreck by the end of the encounter : ) It made me feel strange at first and then relieved she was there. She was my angel.

Now I’m reflecting upon how important it is to let people help you. It’s a good lesson - to receive gracefully. I enjoy giving. Receiving is more difficult. Giving helps to heal the world. Accepting the help does too.