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      <title>The Angel</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;Today, I saw an angel.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I was in the middle of &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;time=&amp;amp;date=&amp;amp;ttype=&amp;amp;q=Rosanky,+Texas,+United+States&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;amp;geocode=0,30.110570,-97.319380&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;om=1&amp;amp;ll=29.930298,-97.310758&amp;amp;spn=0.004956,0.004892&amp;amp;z=17&amp;amp;iwloc=addr"&gt;nowhere&lt;/a&gt;, sitting on a bench outside some no-name gas station.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The car: Nondescript, with an uneven wear pattern to the left front tire. Probably out of alignment.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The girl: Young, stumbling on insecure feet, her face disfigured by some strange birth defect.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Angel: The mother. The love she feels for her daughter is tangible - you see it in her smile, you see it in her eyes. She has one of the most gorgeous faces I have ever seen. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;As she helped her daughter into the car, she signed to the girl, before walking around the car to the driver side. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;&lt;em&gt;I&amp;#8217;ll be right there, stay.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The moment between mother and daughter was so precious - it just made me smile.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And as I smiled, our eyes met. My eyes were opened, and I could see.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;There is a story there to be told - a missing father? An abusive husband? Who knows. But in the brief moment that our eyes met, I could sense there was something.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;What is that something? We may never know. But what I do know, is that in the middle of nowhere&amp;#8230; there is an angel, taking care of the most precious little girl in the world.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2007 22:08:00 -0500</pubDate>
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      <author>Dominic</author>
      <link>http://www.dominiceidson.com/blog/articles/2007/11/03/sign</link>
      <category>Daily</category>
      <category>God</category>
      <category>Motorcycle</category>
      <category>angel</category>
      <category>motorcycle</category>
      <category>riding</category>
      <category>rosanky</category>
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