THE ANGEL

I feel tired, but no more than other nights they come home from work. Steps mechanical carries me through buildings. Today was payday, the day when "the money work". I worry, I have no problems, living with parents, therefore, money is only for "my soul". A beer with friends, a trip from time to time and other small occasional amusement. Life is beautiful.

- Give it to me ... a penny, I hear a beggar beside me.

Clothes dull, sallow a relatively clean if we do not follow sleeves and muddy shoes that crush you with their retina orange indicates a person to live in deprivation. But scarf was once white, now it's uncertain color and gives me a feeling of insecurity. It's still summer. Small head with bulging eyes sits perched on a short neck and is stuck in the blue collar shirt and a flower pot. Let's all have thirty summers, that you could only spring says, catching sight of him. Showing this dubious sprung out of the earth in the darkness of the evening, and his voice is sweet and biting deep into the wood chainsaw tree. Is wiry man in power, so that the words come to me without them thinking:

- Go and tell him I rushed works. You hell of man can beg?

- I have nothing to eat, he answers it with a long look.

- It's not my problem, I say, I'm away from him.

Now that I distanced enough, sit and think about whether I did well, or indeed man was hit by an unhappy fate. My heart is good and I used to help others, but this time, I thought they lied. Is it good to help someone even though you know you mind? God what he thinks? And if there is no God, then who keeps track?

Uff ... by existential thoughts crop up my mind. Even so, is there God? I do not know. There are many who believe, and many who deny. I am in the middle, you have to decide whether to be with me or some others can not stay all my life undecided.

- Mark! short cry is heard from somewhere in the distance.

Wonder who calls me? Maybe they seek another, but the voice seemed familiar. Darkness left over neighborhood, dim lights does not help me much. The dense vegetation that grew awry through boxes that we say blocks can not see almost nothing. Because they are now just below the middle of a lantern light can be seen from some distance, however, I see no nothing further three to four meters. To answer the call? Better to wait, but I will pull away from the strategic luminous darkness be my friend, not foe. I go on the road ten meters in half-light feature pedestrian areas in the neighborhood.

- Mark! voice is heard again, now it's much closer. Enough to flay in lantern and recognize the Dalin. In fact, his name is Alin, but everyone tells Dalin because a doctor. It's eight years older than me, but we are good friends. It is said that on the night of college was called by someone who wanted to talk to him. He did not recognize the voice and said he wanted to contact Alin. His reply was left to remember. "You can not live any Alin, this number can only talk to Mr. Doctor Alin. I connect you? "Since then told Dr.Alin then remained only Dalin.

- Where are you?

- Also, Dalin! I answer myself.

- Mark, you're a smart guy, let's talk a moment to sit on the bench there, he tells me showing me a bench in the alley.

- We stay, why not stay, but I see little nervous.

- Wait till you see what happened today at the hospital, he tells me and pulling hard soul.

- Calm down and take it easy. Tell!

- Have you heard of those who are declared dead and then come back to life?

- Yes, I have heard medical errors.

- Nooo. I happened to me, he says agitated.

- You died and risen Dalin?

- Not me, an old lady. A patient of mine.

- How so ?.

- Three days ago she died. I'm a doctor, God. I I signed the death certificate. With my own eyes I saw when quenched.

- And?

- Today came to me to tell me that a bad back, it was not bad coffin and sat comfortably in it. He wanted a pill for that.

- Whaaat ??? OMG.

- Yes, those were her first words. I felt my heart stops. Then I recovered a little and I put it to tell. He said he took her home two days ago and she came back last night. He woke up it was placed in the coffin, but not scared. Gave off the table, went to the kitchen and saw that no one so he started to cook. Morning and the boys returned with brides and whole procession, ready to take her to the pit.

- Unbelievable! I'll tell him laughing. This is too much! This is not possible!

- Wait that's not all! Old woman proudly told me it was good that arose was that what human to all guests.

- Dalin, you laugh at me!

- No Mark, I'm telling the truth! Can you imagine how shocked I was! I checked it and it was ice cold, had no pulse, did not respond to stimuli, it was gone. I do not sign death certificates as mayor.

- A strange coincidence!

- You know there's something up there in heaven. Mark, I do not I can explain what I saw today, he says thoughtfully.

- Yeah, well ... I answer them. Then they both stand on the moon as trying to break through the clouds. It's quiet in the neighborhood. I began to pray silently watching the sky: "Lord, remember me can Dalin, maybe it was something normal, maybe it's a coincidence, but if there is God do a miracle." After several minutes of silence, began to speak:

- Dalin, I'm going to take the car, I suffocate in this town, I want to go somewhere where I can breathe fresh air.

- And here you have? It's quiet, the air is, it's much vegetation ...

- Dalin want to do a walk tonight, and I do not want to be alone, I want to come with me. We have to go together.

His blue eyes stared at me. It seems to be in a state of high tension. I do not know if his legs tremble a little breeze or jeans are. Their motion stops and Dalin seems to have taken a decision:

- I agree. Anyway, I'm able to do anything.

In half an hour I was leaving the city, riding on my old machine that smoke and rattle rattle louder than a canister filled with screws. Dalin the road without saying anything. We go in silence, if silence can be called that infernal noise that you remove the engine. Perhaps he spare the vocal cords. Should shout to hear it. I want to get on a hill where I went on a trip when I was little. There are about thirty kilometers far. Road ice, apparently being lit by strong lights. City Lights is shrinking. Ghosts of shadows remain behind us. There are silhouettes of trees, buildings, bushes by the roadside.

Suddenly, I see a road that winds and feel my hands involuntarily pull right wheel. I hardly manage to come back and stay on the main road that continues straight as a sword of light that split the night. I say in my mind, "Lord, for a miracle tonight, I am ready to do anything." Then I calc without brakes. Maybe God wanted to do right, maybe there's a miracle that look. I feel that something draws me to that road we went. I will return!

- What do Mark? Dalin asks me puzzled.

- I missed the way, I tell her, stopping to explain why.

- But where are we going? I thought we walk without a precise target.

- I want to go to a special place, I say, trying to keep my composure.

- Okay, but do not last long. If I'm not dizzy baba today, I do not ever climb into your car.

While doing turning maneuvers, under applicable law, wanting to make a stop and have a chat with an agent running in the middle of the night, my mind becomes increasingly curious. I expect my friend to confide why I refused every time I invited him to my car. Short hair gives him a prestige far beyond its actual age. Now I realize that even his blue shirt perfect stay, although sits sitting in an uncomfortable position. Passenger seat back can not be given because of a fault older that I fix it yet. Therefore, Dalin can not stretch your legs, and is quite high. Mystery clothes remain. I put my all, now looks like I went with them to do laundry without stopping through areas where iron is master. But there are others, such as Dalin, outgoing and a perfect swamp immaculate.

I want to challenge him:

- Why Dalin? Are you afraid of me? You think I'm a driver so weak?

- Noo ... but I'm afraid drive.

- But why go public transport, if you're afraid?

- It's nothing, buses are great.

- But all machines are.

- It's true. However in them afraid. Five years ago I had a bad accident and since then I can not drive, can not stand even as a passenger in a car driven by someone else. This is the first time you do it.

- And how did you get over your fear this time?

- I do not know, but I feel it. Now the only thing I fear is not my back.

- Do not worry, once you get past it, fall behind, I say, beyond a Ford.

Once inside the side street we see a dip into the woods. Frankly, it's a little creepy for my soul. The walk starts to become an adventure. The road is wide and well paved. Do not worry. Unfortunately, that feeling over me again, only this time you must turn left. It's a much smaller street. It's over asphalt, only sheds light headlamps along the way. There are many curves and do not see too far. Fear begins to find its way into our souls. Oddly, powerful sound engine exhorts us. If we walk with disco us.

- Where are we going? I hear the voice of my companion, not stronger than a whisper, or at least so it seems to me. Perhaps he spoke loud enough, but his voice barely crept through the engine decibels.

- You'll see I say, trying to sound confident.

- But you know you have a problem with the engine, he tells me trying to get out of unfriendly landscape.

- Yeah ... Housewives beat carpets, police beat offenders, pistons and beat them is the law of nature, I try to lighten the mood by a not very successful joke.

The forest begins to engine temperature rărească after I realize that my old lady's car did not agree with this rugged road that climbs to an unknown destination. I see a refuge by the roadside and brakes. You must opesc here. The engine can not. The car is too hot.

Raise the hood and let the cool night air to caress engine and spark plugs.

Dalin down frightened and looked around.

- Mark you crazy? Why are we here in the forest at the edge of a ravine at this hour?

I glance around desperately, I want to give an answer to please him, but I see something in the ravine, something that does not seem to be there. No matches the landscape. Or maybe I'm kidding shadows of night. Focused look there and even then Luna decides to leave the clouds and bright light.

There is a wagon broken down and is clearly seen a body. I do sign my friend.

Now look stunned and realize that a wagon left the road and overturned in the ditch deep enough. We do not need any guidance. I go first to the person who is stuck under debris cart. It's a woman suffering terribly. Barely has the strength to whisper. I do not mind trying to tell me so I lean over it.

- You're the angel? she asked.

- Yes, I say without thinking. Why?

- Two hours I pray to God to send me an angel to save me and my daughter.

- Where's your girl?

- There she says showing me a bundle of clothes a few meters away.

Dalin rushes there and finds a small baby, just a few months. Live. There seems to be nothing. It makes a quick checkup and tell me it's okay. Then move to the parent. A hard out from under the debris. Earth and few boulders were involved with the collapse of the whole operation difficult. God, it's that Dalin doctor. It took about half an hour until they were mother and daughter in my car. I arrived at the hospital fast enough. There Dalin asked me:

- Where should we get?

- Where we arrived at the accident.

- She will be fine, but if we had not reached us, not last long. If someone found it was too late morning.

- I know, I said smiling.

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