Angels Unaware

I’m pretty sure I met an angel on a recent Dunkin Donuts run. It was that kind of day. The kind where it’s pouring rain and 5 things have gone wrong before breakfast. I very savvily used my app to place my order and pulled up to the drive through, waited in a long line only to be told to pull forward because my order wasn’t ready. A parked 18 wheeler blocked me from pulling out of the way of the line behind me. Someone blasted their horn at me. No coffee, no donuts, the rain… the horn was the last straw. I managed to pull into a space somewhere so far away in the tiny crowded parking lot, I was sure no one would find me to bring out my order.

I watched and waited, squinting through the rain. Finally, a tall young man with dreadlocks appeared with a box of donuts. He looked a bit like a young Bob Marley. He smiled; his gold tooth gleamed at me. He had even doubled bagged my order, bless his heart. “Have a blessed day,” he said. And somehow I knew I would. I went home in the rain, humming Every Little Thing’s Gonna Be Alright.

I have always thought somewhere walking behind me, I had a guardian angel. I pictured a tall, imposing figure, probably shaking his head and smacking his forehead a lot. But maybe, just maybe God sends us everyday angels to tell us Every Little Thing’s Gonna Be Alright.