Sairam Lindy.......Footprints in the sand..........beautiful story............a favourite of mine too.....thank-u for sharing here...its a story one doesnt mind reading over and over again...loads of loving Sairams..

Thank you Lindy.
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I read that wonderful story many years ago, Lindy.  It is particularly poignant for me as I had, what I can only describe as, an "Angel" experience when I was a boy of maybe 8 or 9 years old.  I am now nearly 60 years old and I still remember it today with absolute clarity.

I had developed a serious infection and was lying in my bed in the throws of a raging fever.  My dad, who was tending to me, had left my bedroom when a figure suddenly appeared , leaning casually against the wall at the foot of my bed.  It was a young man, I would say in his mid 20's, dressed all in white.  He had blonde hair and was strikingly handsome. His clothing style was unrecognizable to me but it seemed ultra modern and well cut - but definitely not of that time (which would have been 1958/59). 

I remember not being in the least surprised at seeing him standing there.  I can't think why I was so calm about it, I mean it's not often you get a complete stranger materializing in your bedroom.  Anyway, we stared at each other without a word passing between us for what seemed ages. Then his face broke into the most wonderful, loving smile - the kind that makes you smile back instantly. 

Just then, my dad came back into the room and saw me sitting upright and smiling.  He asked me what I was smiling at and I pointed to where the young man was standing.  He looked but could see nothing.  The next minute or so was spent with me insisting that the young man was there and getting more agitated with my Dad's inability to see the obvious.  The young man, for his part, found this all really amusing and, although he never uttered a sound he communicated the words:  "It's no use, he can't see me.  Only you can see me."  I have no firm memory of what happened after that.  I must have lapsed back into my feverish state.  But I obviously did go on to a full recovery.

A little addition to that episode in my life came a few years ago when my daughter paid for me to be "Regressed" as a birthday present.  I was put into a deep trance and taken back to my childhood.  I found myself once again in that bedroom but this time the bed was empty and my Father was not there.  However, that same young man was leaning against the wall, smiling that beautiful smile at me.  The person who regressed me prompted me to ask his name which I did.  He replied, without making a sound or attempting to speak - "Jonothan".  I asked him if he was my Guardian Angel and he communicated  "You know" and then more softly "you know".  I cannot tell you what a tingle it sent though my body when he said that.  Because I did know and I do know now without a doubt.  At that point I was moved on by my regresser to another part of my childhood.

So, after more than fifty years I found out the name of my childhood visitor and, I believe,  Guardian Angel.  I often speak his name in quiet moments and ask if he is near and I never fail to get a tingle though my body when I do.  Even while writing this and just thinking about that time sends tingles though me.

Sorry if this was a little long.
Love and Peace to you all,
David

stories
Thank you dear angels Lindy & David
on your way
Blessings

Sairam David,tingle is right buddy...i had goosebumps....over and over again.....thank you soo very much for sharing your most beautiful experience here with us......tons of loving Sairams to you...

Thankyou dear for sparing a minute to read it.
Love you all
Angel Blessings
Lindy

you're welcome dearest
Angel blessings Lindy

Wow David ...So lovely .... So beautiful... Thanks for sharing such beautiful instance in your life..

Great story David.. one of my guardian angels is named Robby, but I knew him in this life, while he was alive. He was pretty nutty, and flew (in an airplane) into a mountain and died.. I'm sure he was doing loopty loops are something, as he was a daredevil. Anyway, I've heard from many folks about Robby being with me. Thanks again for your lovely story. Namaste, Liz