I was leaving my Aunt Sue's home quickly, since it was so bitterly cold. I rushed out the door, when my Uncle, said let me stand out here and watch. I yelled back, No it is too cold, I will be ok.
I walked around to get in my car, stopped, saw a man crouched down by my car door. This time yelled, Carson, there is a man here. He came out, asked the man questions, let him go on. His reasoning was he was cold, getting out of the wind. Who knows?
I could have disappeared that night, if my Uncle had not listened to a small voice. It was the only time he had watched me, to see that I was safe almost thirty years ago.
It could have been worse, if I had not had a gaurdian angel watching over me! Listen to that small still voice, it could be life changing.