One day, two friends of mine wanted to spend some time with me at a local park. I was about 11 years of age at the time. The process of muscular dystrophy had set in, making it difficult for me to walk. I thought it would be fun, so I agreed to join them. After spending some time there, they ran home by themselves knowing that I would not be able to keep up with them. There was nothing I could do but just walk home. My legs started to get tired and it was a long journey home. Suddenly, this man on a bike stopped beside me and offered to take me home. What was so amazing was that I didn't tell him where I lived but he knew exactly where to go.  He couldn't have known where I lived unless I told him.  It is my belief that God sent my guardian angel to take me home.  I know from experience that angels do exist.