An Angel in Disguise!

One of the most difficult things for me to endure as a child was, Christmas and birthday times. I was not allowed to celebrate any of these events. I remember so well being up stairs when party’s were going on downstairs and I could not be part of all the celebrations.

I never received a birthday gift or even celebrated my birthdays and Christmas was not a celebration for me but, I could hear all the excitement of the celebration going on downstairs.

One day I was playing outside with my brothers and a couple of friends when into our midst came a woman who asked,”Which one of you is Maury?” They all responded,” that’s Maury right there.” I was terrified and ready to run for my life, she saw the look of fear on my face and said, “Don’t be afraid, I am not going to harm you.”

She then said to me, “Give me your hand.” I looked around nervously at all my brothers and friends and was ready to run for it. She then said, “Please, give me your hand.” I stuck my hand out and she stepped back and pulled forward the handle of a wagon and said,“This is for you.” And she walked away.

It was a beautiful new wagon, with a red strip down the side and we were all amazed. My mom heard all the commotion and came out to see what was going on. She thought for sure we had stolen the wagon from a neighbor and demanded that we take it back.

My brothers all responded and said, “No, mom it’s Maury’ s wagon, that lady just gave it to him.” “What lady?” my mom asked. “That one,” they all responded pointing up the street where we had all seen her go. She was no where in sight.  She seemed to have disappeared.

Mom had to settle us all down and she sent the neighbor kids home and explained, that the wagon could not be mine because the old man would destroy it, if he new it was given to me.

It didn’t last long because we were such a rowdy bunch of kids but, I will never forget the gift and the lady who gave it to me. My first gift as a child and I don’t know why she gave it to me but, she must have been either an angel or a neighbor who knew what was going on in my life. I thank God for the memories!