I was covering a story. The local Heart of the Catskill Humane Society’s annual meeting. The Society’s board of directors gave the public details about finances and that year’s events.

It costs $1,100 per day to keep the no-kill shelter operating and the people behind the operation are outstanding individuals.

I could barely listen, think, or write. I had a killer headache. I wanted to throw up. But, I wanted the story printed more than anything else, because Heart of the Catskill Humane Society sets such a good example in the community.

That’s all I could know: get the story. I sat there until I thought I had enough material for a story. The situation made me forget the tenets of my healing religion. The technical terms I’d learned in spiritual classes were meaningless. And, it was fine. I didn’t have to think about myself.

I raised my hand and said, “I don’t feel well, but would like a picture for the newspaper before I go.”

The speaker’s face was full of love, the same love she embraces all the homeless animals with. Like an angel, she said, “Yes, please, come here. Let’s get you a picture so you can go home.”

I took a picture and went home to bed. Rest helped immensely. I wrote the story and it got printed, with the picture.

My own personal situation wasn’t so important it needed to take priority. I didn’t demand healing. I didn’t think I needed to analyze my environment or attitude or the ache. It may have made it more real, because it doesn’t feel real now. So why not continue being thankful for the reality of love in the community?

From 21^st Century Science and Health, “Angels are God’s representatives. These ascending beings never lead toward selfishness, sin, or materiality, but guide to the divine Principle of all good, where every real individuality, image, or likeness of God, gathers. Resolved to pay attention to these spiritual guides they stay with us, and we entertain “angels without knowing it.”[1]

[1] Heb. 13:2