The Guardian Angel
Yesterday I was very ashamed, I offended my guardian angel.
I am ashamed until now.
And the thing was this: I go home after work, the water in the dishwasher tank is over, the mood is crazy. Thank God, I have a couple of lights and I’m home.
and served.
I approach the crossroads, I am burning the greenest, suddenly I see: standing on the right nine, slowly touched from my row across.
I gave a long hose, the nine was frozen.
I think the devil doesn’t look at the lights.
I get closer and closer to the crossroads and... oh... and the nine went further!! to
It’s not to goats. I stop on the floor, but I know I can’t stop anymore! At least that dwarf didn’t stop, but went on. I try to drive him from behind.
But the nine is suddenly dying on my track...
I turned, I suffered, and I flew to this wreck with my left side, but I did not reach five centimeters before touching it.
He translated the spirit, opened the window, and read very clearly and separately the lecture about the entire genealogy of this blind and deaf fool, who was tired of life.
The lesson lasted five seconds, no more, but it was easier for me.
The driver of the ninth in response only smiled, showed me the sign of O. K. and blamed his hands.
I spit and started to run around him with a buckle... and in half a minute, dropping my car in the middle of the road - already sorry for the hand of this desperate guy and for a long time apologized for every rude word of those that he had time to say.
He in response only smiled and very hopefully forgave me in the soul, well, or at least understood.
And this happened: When I walked around him, I saw that the right side of his nine was supported by a child’s wheelchair.
And from the sidewalk with the screams, the old grandmother slipped to the wheelchair on the four and the passers ran away.

The grandmother stood on the lighthouse, slipped, fell out of her hands with a wheelchair, and the accelerating wandered from the garden through the crossroads.
The boy at the ninth grade understood that he was most likely to get into a car flying on the green light, but he did not drift, but went over and caught a wheelchair.
Without him, this car would be mine.
I am still ashamed that I struck him.
Forgive me, my Guardian Angel on the ninth and thank you.