Good day, and it was Monday!

I know those words don't normally go together: Monday and it being a good day. But it was!

I was working today with our newest girl. We just hired her, and today was the first day I had to sit down with her and go over things.

We had some time to talk about personal stuff. Turns out she has been through a terrible time as well. She seems like the sweetest person, too. And it makes me wonder why do the nice, good girls end up with the abusive men? Are we that vulnerable? Do we have a radar on us? It's just, interesting.

She was telling me about something that happened to her son. And how he was only 3 years old and told his mom, when he woke, that he saw the angels and saw God. And how God told him it wasn't time for him yet. So he came back to his mom.

She also told me about someone she knows who is a nurse at the Children's Hospital in the state. And how she has stories upon stories of children, sweet innocent children and how they were seeing the angels. And how the angels wanted these sick children to come with them and how they wanted to go with the angels. I sat there kind of in shock and now that I type it out and recount our conversation, I am teary eyed.

I cannot, in a millions years, understand how a person reacts to a small child talking about seeing the angels and then passing away.

I run into people day after day, who have a story to tell, just like me. Some are longer stories than mine. Its so interesting to listen to these stories and think 'I felt that too!' 'I said that too!'. 'I thought that too!'. 'He would do that too!'

I feel so blessed that these people come into my life. I feel like this new girl has come into my life to teach me many things. I learned a lot from her today. She got me to thinking about a lot of things. I could have sat and listened to her stories all day.