My Dad, My Angel

Design Idea D106 Pendant

by Tammy Honaman, Author, Jewelry-Making Expert and Educator,
Exclusively for Fire Mountain Gems and Beads®

Angels are among us. Angels are everywhere. There are times when it is very clear there are angels or guardians close by; I hold those times closest to my heart and am grateful to my angels for looking out for me.

I was inspired to create this angel design to commemorate my Dad--one of my angels. The design was made by applying multiple layers of metal clay paste to a bisque pendant then adding metal clay paper embellishments. For detailed instructions on how to make this design click here.

While in South Africa teaching at a bead expo, I took a break and left the convention center. I headed to a mall, which was a short walking distance away. At an intersection, I looked both ways then stepped off the curb to cross the street. A car summarily struck me. It was a little car, and at first I thought that was why I was unaffected. Being alone, in a strange place, not grasping exactly what had happened or who had seen it aside from the driver of the car who kept going, I hurried across the street and inside the mall to assess the situation. I found a bench and took stock.

I knew my foot was run over. I knew my hand was struck by some part of the vehicle. My foot felt fine. My hand felt fine. I was lucky. I left the bench, found a luggage store, purchased a power converter (the 7 I brought with me to South Africa did not fit the outlets in my hotel) and went back to class. With all that was going on, there was no time to reflect any further on what had happened, and no one to discuss this with. I moved on.

With some down time, I began to replay the events of my outing--and I went over them again and again. The car was small but it was not going slowly. My foot was run over yet I had no pain. How was this possible? There was and still is no other explanation other than an angel stepped in and took the brunt of the hit. The only angel I know to be brave enough and strong enough for this would be the angel of my father.

I’m sure my father divides his time looking over all of his children and their children--while in South Africa, a place he would not have wanted me to travel to alone, I know he was close by. And for that, I’m forever grateful. My trip was wonderful, I learned how to cross the street in a country where they drive on the "other" side and although I still travel the world, I hope I don’t take too much of his time away from my siblings and nieces and nephews.