The Angel Returns to Los Angeles.

Our daughter, Michelle Maria, had just lost her seven-month battle against cancer. My younger daughter and I had been reminiscing about all our years together as a family...holidays, trips, happy memories.  This was a day in November of 2012.  A mysterious man began giving out cash in Los Angeles.  He has returned and is now putting the cash inside of envelopes and hiding them in various places.  People are excited and happy about the possibility of finding money taped to tree trunks, along our beaches, on fire hydrants -- hidden in plain sight.  Los Angeles is reacting in an upbeat way.  Spirits are high.  This is a record of my encounter with the Angel as it happened two years ago.  

Coldwater Canyon at Ventura Boulevard -- not exactly Bethlehem but a real, live Angel did come to visit the gas station across from Twain's and Ralphs supermarket. My daughter was having minor repairs done on her car at the Unocal 76 gas station at Coldwater Canyon and Ventura Boulevard. I had picked her up, taken her to the market and when we returned to pick up her car, the mechanic, explained it would be another 10 or 15 minutes before the car was be done. There's a small table with a couple of chairs facing the gas pumps and we decided to sit there and wait.

A tall thin man with deep blue eyes approached us. He placed a $100 bill on the table in front pf us. He smiled and asked if we had noticed how rude and unpleasant society had become recently? We both nodded in agreement and he continued to talk about how we can finally do something positive to bring about change. We were puzzled by the money on the table and wondered what was his scam? He seemed well groomed and nicely dressed with a white shirt and dark slacks. He was certainly not a panhandler.

He began telling us about his brother. He and his brother thought very much alike. They had wanted to do something to help rid the world of evil but didn't know where to start. They had crossed paths with a mysterious stranger who showed them how. His message was that it always takes three people to enact a change in society. He began to walk away and we reminded him to take his $100 bill. He turned and said, "That money is for you. Take it and do something good with it. That is how it all starts. I parked at pump number 7 and I have to leave now. Bless you ladies...goodbye."

At one point he came back to tell us about good and evil -- the Aloha Spirit and the wonders of the number 9 (the most spiritual number of all). He vanished as quickly as he had appeared. I picked up the bill to examine it. It looked real. I suggested taking it to the bankto verify if it were counterfeit. At that moment another young man approached and asked if we knew the person we had been talking to -- we shook our heads no. He held up a $100 bill and said he had a brief conversation with the same man who had given him a $100 bill. "This bill is real!" he said. Come on, let's ask the owner of the gas station to check it out," We followed him into the manager’s office. The manager assured us that both bills were authentic and showed us the watermark on each.

We three stood there grinning in disbelief, dumbfounded. Could the money have been stolen, was it marked, who was the mysterious stranger? So many questions -- who was he and why had he chosen us? We came to the conclusion that he was an Angel. He had come to spread his message. This random act of kindness might just be the way to begin changing the world. By doing something anonymous we might bring about positive results. It works. If you doubt that Angels exist or that Angels walk among us, I hope this happens to you. Only then can you begin to understand what a powerful idea this is.