Earth Angel

Sandra Saxon Burnsed

It’s late in the afternoon, after a night of stressful dreams and belly discomfort. The day ended up not being too bad, I went to the pharmacy to pick up my first month’s supply of medicine. Then dropped over to Wal-Jacked to pick up our granddaughter a birthday gift. Then finally went over to KFC to pick up the crew some chicken. The apartment got sprayed for bugs this afternoon, the garbage got taken off, and the landscapers mowed the grass. So other than a slightly upset stomach, it’s been a pretty good day so far.  

Once we arrived home I had a set of text messages waiting for me. From friends literally from around the world. All needing to get something off their chests. So I laid of the bed with the heating pad and an icepack, answering as many messages as I could. Either scolding or encouraging all of them just to help them find some peace in their corners of the world. Even now I’m getting text messages and pictures from my daughters while I write.

But this is the life of an “Earth Angel” as a dear little friend once called me. Watching her pull away from the fear and the shame placed upon her unfairly. To growing into a strong young woman that can take care of herself. In our own way we find ourselves imprisoned by the words of demons cast upon us. In my own life I still fight everyday with the harshness so engrained that it still breaks my soul. As I was trying to explain to a Language AI I use for correction. It’s experience and desire that makes us want to be better.

So when I see my text messages blow up on certain days. It’s apparent that it’s my calling to encourage and listen, not much different than it was for my grandmother at her kitchen table. Except my kitchen table extents any number of continents and time zones. While my physical friend zone is limited to a handful of people and a few squirrels outside. It’s nice to feel you have purpose and not destructiveness oozing from your pores. So do your best to be somebody's angel.