Catching Up with the Angels

It’s been quite awhile since I have connected with this blog/post/story….the whole world of technology caught many of us by surprise, and I for one am still struggling to make sense of it all.   If you have not come across it, I do send a story out to my mailing  list every 10 days or so; the stories have actually happened and we leave it up to the readers (that’s you) to decide how significant they are.

I mention this now because the first book in my series WHERE ANGELS WALK is over 20 years old, and never been out of print.   And there are nine additional books which followed the first.   I think that I’ve done enough here, but given the ebook market, it might be fun to do several shorter pieces.  I also have some health issues which will eventually determine just how hard I work.

In the meantime, I will try to get this site organized so you can enjoy it, but bear in mind that you can have the stories delivered to your door if you sign up at    Just scroll down on the right side and fill in your name at the proper place.



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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