An angel knocked on my door this morning. She called first. "There's a gift I have here for you," she said on the phone. "Can you come outside?"

My family and I were getting ready to go to Sunday Mass. I thought I was going to find a solicitor. I wasn't planning to buy anything. I'm unemployed. I have four school-age children and a mortgage.

I went outside and saw a young sister with an angelic smile. She was wearing a Pittsburgh Steelers jersey and looked happy to see me.

She asked me to come closer to her car. When I looked in her backseat I saw a Thanksgiving basket, turkey, pumpkin pie, raspberry sauce, the works.

She asked me if my family could use this. I stammered: "Yes, of course. I'm unemployed. We were about to go to church."

I wanted to tell her more, how I was taking digital media classes and about to start a part-time job writing for a new online publication.

I wanted to tell her that hard times weren't going to defeat me, but nothing came out. I was speechless.

"Someone cares about you," she said in soft and sincere voice that I'll never forget.

She wouldn't say who it was. I didn't press. I wanted to rush back inside my house and tell my wife the Good News. "God bless you," I said and we said good-bye.

I know now what I'm going to say before we break bread this Thursday.

"Thank you Lord for the food we are about to eat. We know it came directly from you."

-Leonel Sanchez-

Comments

JonathanWadley Nov. 30, 2010 @ 4:23 p.m.

That's a very touching story. Thank you for sharing it.

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