It was a number a years ago, when I was going through the horror of divorce, that I first realized the importance of keeping track of one’s angels. I’m referring to the wingless ones who show up at just the right time. At times I kept an actual list. It came in very handy, and I would often get it out and look at it to remind me that there were still people who cared in the world. Sometimes absolute strangers wound up on this list, and I would pray that they would somehow be rewarded someday. Today my angel list is no longer a physical one--but I am in the habit of taking note when such people enter my life, whether long term or for a split second. When I was a kid, the bus stop was right in front of my house. Where my kids are being raised, it is not that way. I know many people who travel a couple of miles to get their kids on the bus everyday. Seems a small thing, right? Well, throw in work and bad weather, and it becomes a hard...
