In my teenage years, I stopped believing in Christianity with all the panoply of celestial entities, including the Guardian Angels.

Myth or Reality

God, Jesus, and even Mary, I accepted them later as a young adult. Still, for me, Guardian Angel is only a myth. I only paid attention once I became a senior, when long-term memory played a role in envisioning my past. Dumb I was, that’s not the word to be used; I was worse than dumb.

Stupidity… When I think about it, yeah, I was stupid back then; now I’m between six and seven years old.

We are in the sound of the years closing in on 1957; then, at home, we had a furnace in the kitchen that worked with oil. My father had two large drum barrels in the shed that he used to carry oil to the furnace.

On each tap, he attached an empty can of tomato juice to prevent the dripping of oil.

The memory:

As I grew older, I discovered that playing with matches at the taps of those drum barrels was a fun activity. When I lit a match and dropped it in the can, an entity seemed to blow on the match to extinguish it. Did that many times and always got the same result.

Also, I was protected a few times when taking curves at high speed on a motorcycle. I had to stop alongside the road to calm down. Mosley was alone, but I had my girlfriend on the bike twice.

Again, on the motorcycle returning from Toronto in the early morning, I fell asleep after driving all night from Ottawa.

In my blog, Holy Mary’s Miracle, I expect that my Guardian Angel was close to me also.