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Hello, friends. You have just landed on the WHERE ANGELS WALK website,
dedicated to the heavenly angels and how they are working in the world
today. For the past eleven years I have sent you true stories about
them, either posting the stories on this website or emailing them to
those of you who subscribed. I know from your responses that you
enjoyed reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them. The newsletter
has also been a great way to inform you of my books as they were
published, and to keep you updated about our official angel charity,
JoAnn Cayce Charities, and any events of interest.

However, for many reasons, I have decided to change the WAW format.
From now on, stories will be circulated ONLY via my Facebook page I won’t be setting any deadlines either; I’ll just post a
story now and then, which means that you’ll have to look for them.
(Do feel free to circulate them to your own friends—it will be nice
to have a presence on Facebook.) I am also planning to do an e-book
now and then, and will keep you informed.

My thanks to all of you who have supported and encouraged (and prayed
for) me during the past years. Let’s stay in touch, only via my
FB page or posted in this column) and see what else
the angels are planning to do!

Don’t forget!

JoAnn Cayce Charities, 403 S. Second Street, Thornton AR 71766

GRANDPA is an ANGEL!

 

Grandparents are very important in a child’s life—as long as they rely on angels too!

Frank SanGregory of Tiffin, Ohio, was getting ready for work.  He was on the afternoon shift so although his daughter Theresa and his almost-two-year-old grandson, Josh, were finishing lunch downstairs in the kitchen with Grandma, Frank had gone upstairs to shave.  There was a large window at the top of the staircase, and right in front of it, Frank kept a large exhaust fan to circulate the air on hot days.   But today was not hot so the fan was not running.  Frank barely noticed it as he passed it, went into the bathroom and closed the door.  He could still hear the laughter coming from downstairs.  He adored his grandchildren, and hated to say goodbye to little Josh.  But they lived nearby, so more fun would certainly be in store.

Frank started his routine.  And then, “I don’t know why,” Frank says, “but a few minutes after I had closed the bathroom door, I felt as if I should open it and look out into the hallway.”  He had no reason to do so, and he wasn’t finished shaving yet.  “And I never opened the bathroom door before I was finished—except in very hot weather, perhaps.  But today wasn’t hot.   Neither did I hear anything that would cause me to open the door. There was no reason in my mind. I just decided that it was something that I should do.  And so, I opened it just a slit.”

Toddler Joshua had followed Frank up to the second floor!  There the two-year-old stood, on the next to last step, reaching out to take hold of the heavy fan, to pull himself up to the top of the stairs.

Time seemed to stand still—and then as Joshua grabbed the fan to brace himself, it started to tip towards him.  Frank flung himself out the door, just in time to grab the tipping fan with his left arm.  At the same instant, he was able to wrap his right arm around Joshua to keep him and the fan from rolling down the stairs.  “Had I been even a second later, I shudder to think what could have happened,” Frank says.  “The fan wasn’t running but it was very heavy, and Joshua would have no doubt been seriously hurt.”

Frank has always believed that it was God urging him to peek out that bathroom door.  Now he realizes it might have been his guardian angel, or even Joshua’s.  Whatever the answer, God intervened and saved the family from a terrible tragedy.  Thanks to Him, and to grandpas everywhere.

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