Waiting to get off the plane, my cell rings. It's a dear friend in NY calling to see if everything's ok.  As I tell her all I don't know, I break down.  I don't know how my dad is, or my mom.  I'm worried about the $1000 I just spent that I don't have trying to fly here. And I'm worried about how I'm going to get back to the new business I just barely opened less than a month ago.  As I cry into my cell, the woman that has been sitting next to me on the plane, and hasn't spoken one word, grabs my hand and tells me, "no matter what you do, follow me off this plane." Huh?  I think she's joking. 

I'm waiting, waiting for the people to move off this plane. Feels like eternity.  I finally am walking through the terminal when I see her. She comes up to me and grabs me again.  I think she might be crazy.  She walks me to an ATM machine.  As she punches her card into the machine, she tells me; "I've lost too many friends this year, and money means nothing.." and pushes dollar bills into my hands.  I'm stunned, cautious, still not sure what's going on. She walks away and as quick as she appeared, she's gone.  My cell rings again. It's my dad's best friend, saying he'll be at the airport to pick me up. I call my friend back and tell her what just happened. She starts to cry.  "I think I just saw an angel" I tell her.  I look at my hand and start to count the bills. It's the exact amount I would need to get a plane ticket to fly home.

I don't know who she was, or where she came from, but whoever you are. Thank you.  I will never forget you.  I really think you were an angel on earth.  There's no other way to describe it.