The city is bustling with activity as everyone prepares for the holidays. Speakers hanging in one storefront greet me with a tinny broadcast of a song about angels. I thought of an instance when I saw the world change. It was some time ago and I’m not sure what brought it to mind. Maybe something to do with angels.
It was a dark and stormy night. (Just kidding.) But it was dark and pouring rain. And cold. Kind of like sleet-rain. I was standing at a crosswalk with my friend. We were waiting for the light to change.
In the crosswalk, blocking the flow of traffic, was a figure struggling with a shopping cart. He was wearing a torn plastic rain poncho and water streamed from his beard. The squeaky wheels of the cart were getting stuck in the cracks and holes in the pavement. The cart was overloaded; he was living out of this shopping cart.
Drivers were honking their horns; everyone was impatient and irritated at the prospect of missing the light because of this homeless person. They turned up their heaters and windshield wipers, cursing him under their breath. I could almost hear them.
Suddenly, my friend tossed her bags at me and dashed out into the crosswalk. She grabbed hold of the front of the shopping cart and pulled, while the soaked poncho man continued to push.
Immediately, everything shifted. The cars stopped honking. A bus driver turned to watch her.
Within moments, my friend and the poncho man made it to the other side of the street. Together, they hauled the heavy cart over the curb.
A taxi driver waited until they were over the curb before turning (unprecedented!) and people at the crosswalk smiled.
Angels do walk among us, I thought. And they’re changing the world.