Watching an Angel
An Excerpt from my first book, "The Angels and Me - Experiences of Receiving and Sharing Divine Communication" Chapter 2
Photo by © Elaine M. Grohman 2025 - The Angel at My Door
“No man should think himself a zero, and think he can do nothing about the state of the world.” Bernard M. Baruch
If there was one thing that our mom knew about, it was love. She exuded it all of the time. She had an uncanny way of knowing when someone was in need of a little kindness, and she would effortlessly share the abundance of love within her.
As kids, she would take us on wonderful adventures. We would go to the theatre, the museum, to the beach, on a picnic or to the zoo. She loved to have fun and learn at the same time. One of our favorite summertime excursions was an amusement park called Bob-Lo Island. Mom would gather enough food to feed her small army, with usually enough to spare, if someone was in need. Mom and her sister Gloria were very close, and the cousins were often together during summer vacations.
One such trip to Bob-Lo Island is a testament to her caring heart. This particular trip occurred before Brian’s death. As usual, we were jammed into the station wagon, each anxious to be on the Bob-Lo boat and spend the hour playing and dancing our way there. On this occasion, with Brian in his wheelchair, we camped out on the lower deck of the boat, with Mom and Gloria keeping a watchful eye on us.
Mom seemed to have special radar for troubled souls. I remember sitting near my brother as my mother got up from her chair and walked over to a young uniformed man who was leaning against the railing of the boat, watching the Detroit skyline drift by. She gently stated to him that he looked as if he was alone, and invited him to spend the day with our family. “No one,” she said, “should have to be alone in an amusement park.” Somehow she convinced him to join our motley crew. I remember watching his face throughout the day, seemingly changing from the sad, burdened heart that I had noticed when I first saw him to someone who somehow felt as if he belonged, if only for a day.
About a week later, this same young, handsome soldier was standing at our front door with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. We were happy, yet surprised, to see him. He wanted to thank Mom for her kindness to him that day. She never pried into the cause of his distress as he stood at the railing that day and he wanted her to know that on that day she had saved his life. He had spent his life in foster homes, and when he was old enough he joined the military. This was his first leave, and he knew he had no home to go to. He felt completely alone leaning against that railing, wondering how best to end his life, since he felt he had no life at all.
But an angel with a full picnic basket and a heart full of unconditional love stopped him. That angel was my mother.
Throughout my entire Life, my Mom has been my inspiration, even though she has been gone the vast majority of my Life. She was one of a kind. And although she died in August 1969 when I was 13 years old, she has never left my side. She never set out to be extraordinary - yet she was just that. She never showboated, bragged or sought any recognition for what she did. She was just being HerSelf - doing the right thing, day after day. Her limitless examples of Human Kindness is something always in the forfront of my Mind.
My books, “The Angels and Me - Experiences of Receiving and Sharing Divine Communications” (2009) and “Spirit Awakening - Wisdom for Life and Living” (2011) are available on Amazon in print, eBook and Audio versions (Narrated by me). My third book has been written and delayed by many years. I hope to have it out within the year - in spite of Life’s many hurdles - I believe that it will be worth your while to read.
I do have physical copies of “Spirit Awakening” should you be interested in a signed copy. Just send me an email and that can be arranged. I can be reached at elaine@elainegrohman.com