18 years ago I was living on the streets. Without too much detail, I took a ride with a stranger. He drove me down a dirt road after midnight. I had a bad feeling, so I jumped out of the car. I was barefoot, but I ran down the road as fast as I could. I looked down and it was as though my feet were being lifted off the ground. I didn't feel a thing. To this day I believe an Angel was lifting me and carrying me. Since then, I collect Angels. My Mom is also my Angel, because if it weren't for her, I wouldn't have been able to discover my love for making jewelry and I wouldn't have found my passion in life.
Inspiration for Story: Happy to be alive
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