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03/18/2005: "Angels"

It's two years since my dad died and I woke up yesterday thinking about him and a particular incident from my childhood.

We were on holiday at the seaside (Mablethorpe, I think). I had a new toy plastic golf putter and balls and it must have been evening because the seafront places were closed. I took my putter to the closed crazy golf course to have a go with it. I had only been there a short while when two youths appeared and took the putter from me and started playing with it themselves. A pretty difficult situation. I felt very alone and helpless.

Then, all of a sudden, Dad seemed to leap out from nowhere, grabbing back the golf club and chasing them off. Apparently he had been watching from the guest house window and must have come running as soon as he saw the two appear. I have never been so pleased to see him in my life.

It's the only time I can ever remember having a 'guardian angel'.