I was going through a really hard time, a lot of emotional weight I couldn’t seem to shake. That’s when I met him at work, a new guy they said. He looked so young and calm, and his name was Michael. We started talking about life and he brought up angels in this really casual way, like it was the most normal thing. He told me I could just call on them, ask for help or even ask for something fun to happen. He showed me how to play with it, to ask for little things at work just to see—like a specific song on the radio or a sudden quiet moment. It was light, the way he talked about it, not heavy or religious. And then after about two weeks, he was just gone. I asked about him and they checked the records and told me no one by that name had ever worked there. It felt like the floor dropped out from under me.
I had a dream about him that night, the same gentle face, and I woke up knowing I had to decide if I believed any of it or if I was just making up a story to feel better. The next day at work, I was alone for a minute and I just said out loud, okay, if any of that was real, show me something. I need to see. The room got this misty, soft light all of a sudden, not bright but hazy, and I looked over at my coworker who was stacking boxes. For just a second, I saw these huge, beautiful white wings behind her, clear as day. Then the light went back to normal and she was just herself again. I didn’t feel scared, just still. It changed everything for me. It made me think we can ask for signs, we can ask to play, and sometimes the answer isn’t a voice but a feeling, or a glimpse of something you can’t explain. It’s all right there if you’re open to seeing it differently.
