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When I Learned as a Child That Guardian Angels Wear Many Disguises

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This is a story about an old cowboy who became my hero. I remember riding the preschool bus home to an empty house everyday.

Watching TV and trying to put together a snack with what I could reach. One day I was sitting in the back of the bus. Tears rolling down my face.

Hoping no one noticed, I was always the last one off. Bill stopped me on my way off to ask why I was crying? I said, “I was afraid of being home alone.” “Sometimes it was dark before anybody got home.” Bill shut the door of the bus and said,”Why don’t we go visit your grandpa today.” So we pulled into the yard and he got off the bus to talk to my grandpa.

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