1. My mom is 82 years old.  She has lots of great stories but I have two favorites.  The first one is when she felt a touch from heaven, fourteen years ago and the second is about a dog that appeared out of nowhere at just the right time.

    Mary's Touch

    Mom was 68 years old and lived alone in a big house with a big yard.  She has always been full of energy, active and enjoyed taking care of her house.  She had some yard work to do and asked her 14 year old grandson, Aaron to help.   They had been working in the yard for a few hours and she was getting tired. Laying the last of the mulch, she stepped backward tripping over a mulch bag.  She tried to catch herself but  she fell on both arms.  Mom knew she needed an ambulance.  She told Aaron to call 911 and get some ice for her arms.  Aaron called 911 and returned with two ice cubes, one for each arm.  -We laugh about that now.

    She broke both of her arms.  The doctor was very concerned with her right arm because it was more damaged than the left .  She would need physical therapy after the casts came off to try and return her to full use of her arms.  It was a humbling experience for mom to be fed and cared for while her casts were on.  She handled it with laughter and prayer.  Thank God for my Aunt Marge that came everyday to take care of her.  My two sisters and I all had shifts too.

    After the casts were off the physical therapy began.  It was painful but mom did everything she was told to do.  It looked like her right arm, wrist and hand were not going to be like they were.  Mom sat in her chair praying that she would fully recover.  She was alone in the house waiting for my Aunt Marge's visit.  She had been worried for months that she would not be able to use her right arm.  She closed her eyes and prayed.  She felt a warm feeling all over and calmness, then she felt my Aunt Marge touch her arm.  She opened her eyes and saw she was still all alone.  Who had touched her arm?  As she sat there peacefully, the worry gone, she knew who it was.  God had answered her prayer by sending his mother to touch her arm.  That is why she felt the inner peace and warmth.  After that she never worried about her arm again.  She did recover full use of her arms. Even now fourteen years later she still cries when she thinks about Mary's touch that day.

    The Angel Dog

    After my uncle's funeral, my mom and Aunt Marge were helping my Aunt Marlee, his widow, move back to Ohio from Kentucky.  They were packing up the house to get ready for the move.  At the time, something else was happening in the small rural Kentucky town that they didn't know about.  A murderer was being chased by police, the highway patrol and the sheriff.  The authorities knew he was hiding out.  It was a perfect place to hide, a national forest and houses about a mile apart from each other.

    While my mom and my aunts were cleaning and packing up, a big one-hundred pound  black dog appeared in the front yard.  He thudded around the yard sniffing. Aunt Marlee called some neighbors and asked at the church if anyone had lost their dog but no one had. That night the big dog curled up on the front porch and laid against the front door.

    The next morning they saw the dog again sniffing in the yard but they never saw him after that.  When they went to town to take some items to the church, they found out that a murderer was being pursued and  had been spotted at an old country store on the same road of my Aunt and Uncle's home.  The murderer would have had to travel by their house the night before. He was later apprehended.  After the move was over and my mom was back in Ohio, she thought about how the big dog appeared out of nowhere and laid against the front door overnight.  She realized the dog was probably an angel sent to protect her and my aunts from harm.  This may sound a little crazy to some but years later, I read a similar story about St. John Bosco being saved by a dog he named Grigio that appeared for thirty years, whenever he needed help.  He was also a big black dog that saved the saint from murderers.  Is this a coincidence?  Could Grigio, the big black dog, once again have appeared to give protection from a murderer? 

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