My Grandfather, My Guardian Angel

My central idea is burning on dozens of abstract particles. Every concept is very suitable. It seems that my life is already doomed. New everyday is inevitable. Or, conversely, a jigsaw puzzle, also known as my world, forms each department. Despite both directions, they all took the right steps to carve out all the steps I took. I have been sitting and thinking about the surrounding environment many times. I have investigated the decision I made as to whether it is wise or harmful for my health.

In the early years of 2004 when I first encountered a motorcycle accident, my husband and I were discussing whether there is something like an angel or something like a guardian angel. I personally have many questions about them. I endure all growth abuses, so there is no reason to think or believe such existence. I made 50 miles per hour on a bent back road. When I said walking the street on the left curve and saying 30 miles per hour, I learned that the break time failed and my throttle stopped moving. I noticed my break failed, I am likely to collapse and die. At that time I heard a voice. I listened and did what they said. They told me to close my eyes and relax. At that moment I did not feel afraid. I know that I am walking toward the telephone pole and barbed wire, I have no chance to escape it. However, I was thrown out of the bicycle and walked about 300 feet around the curve, jumping along the drainage ditch like a tattered doll in the middle of the road.

I think that the angel of my guardian is a man. Because he needs at least 8 packs to win all these fights. I can not find the correct name of a guardian angel. I want a name that suits everyone who fights all my "villagers". I also want a name that sounds too strong, but every time I call him I get warm and ambiguous.

I have an interesting and ever-changing relationship with my guardian angel. First of all, since me and my children are sometimes playing with the outdoor activities of God, falling from the roof of the neighbor, there is a standard, perfect cardboard angel standing by my side, mud (I think about the mud groove.When I say it again, I would like to become an angel of my own, personal, death, I can not pay attention to the train And then what is Leave the roadside to see what it looks like, then put the head on the head in two-quarters, hit a square that uses the bicycle to spread the plant on the asphalt, or a flexible fryer Please run it through