The Time Jesus Sent Me An Angel

me and my family had just moved to California from Texas and it was on my first day back to school during my 8th grade year. I had just gotten on the school bus and the driver told me that we had to pick up one more student. I remember just sitting there the whole way, wondering who the kid was that we were picking up. I didn't know why I thought about it so much at first. when we got there, the bus driver got up and stepped out of the bus to open the wheelchair lift. "Well, it's someone in a wheelchair." I thought to myself. I looked back ahead of me until the student was in the bus. when the driver pulled her back into a spot, I remember her looking at me and I looked back at her. I said hi to her, but she didn't talk back. I thought that she might just not like people. but, I kept trying. and soon, it paid off. one day I started working in her class room during my freshman year of high school, and, on the first day, I went in the class and she was upset about something and "throwing a fit" as they called it. she was on the floor and I asked the teachers if I could get down on the floor with her, and they said yes. so I did. I slowly got down out of my chair and crawled toward her. then, the most amazing thing happened. she looked at me out of the corner of her eye as I was crawling toward her, and she completely stopped screaming and crying and laid down on her stomach. I started rubbing her back, and she stayed there. from that time on, we became best friends, and that's when I found out that she has a form of cerebral palsy and her name was Amanda. I remember going home that day and telling my mom about everything that happened. I was really happy that we were finally friends. for the rest of the year, we had a lot of fun together. my sophmore year, however, I would find out that everything in my life was about to change. it was a few days before Christmas vacation. I had gone into the class to go to the bathroom because I didn't want to have to go into the regular restroom, and Amanda was in there so I had to wait a little bit, and then the teacher that was helping her got done with her and called me into the restroom where she told me that "we done know how much longer Amanda has..." that's all she said, but I knew what she meant by it. I remember just starting to cry really hard and thinking to myself "Why? Why?" I couldn't think straight. I just didn't want to think of life without Amanda. me and the teacher talked about it for a little bit, and then she let me go to the restroom. when I came out, Amanda was sitting right by the door and the teacher that told me said that I should go over and talk to Amanda, so I did. I remember my heart just sinking and I wheeled over to her, and I felt tears trying to come to my eyes, but I had to force them back so Amanda wouldn't see them. I was devastated. I didn't know what to say and I didn't know how to act. I just sat there and said the first thing that came to my mind. "Hi, Amanda." she looked up, and she smiled, which made me smile, and almost cry at the same time. I couldn't stop thinking about what I was told the whole time I sat with her. and there was one problem with all of this: I was an atheist. I didn't believe in God. truth be told, I didn't know what to believe. the next few weeks after I found out were the toughest weeks of my life. the last week that she was at school, I kept thinking, "what's going to happen to her?" and finally, when her last day of school came, everybody gathered together in the classroom to say our goodbye's. that was a sad time for all of us. when it was time for me to say my last goodbye to her, I knelt down by her chair and gave her a kiss on the cheek and said my last words to her, "Goodbye, Amanda." I quickly turned away and tears came to my eyes. my best friend was dying and there was nothing that I could do to stop it from happening. then, it was my friend, Kelsey's turn. I sat there and watched her as she softly talked to Amanda. then I heard it. the words that started the transformation in my life. Kelsey: can you make the sign for "Jesus?". as she did the sign language for Jesus. I sat there and I didn't know what to think. but something inside me felt peaceful. but I didn't know what. I sat there thinking the rest of the time everyone was saying goodbye, just thinking. when it was time for her to leave school for the last time, and when she finally left, my heart sank. I thought that it was just over. that I was never going to see her again. then the day of her funeral came. it was the saddest day of my life. I remember just being really quiet and sad all morning. a friend of mine went as well, and she went with me and my mom. we drove there and everything was kind of quiet. nobody talked too much. when we finally got there, the funeral had already started. we quietly walked to where everybody was at the cemetery, and my mom wheeled me up almost to the front. I sat there and just stared at the closed casket, my mine blank. all I could think about was how much I missed her and again, I thought about what I was going to do. then the time finally came for them to release some butterflies for Amanda. their wings had been clipped so they couldn't fly anywhere. my mom picked two of them up and put them on me. they stayed on the through the whole funeral service. after that, we released some balloons while the song "when I get where I'm going" by Brad Paisley played. when we all had let go of our balloons, we went onto something else. soon after, someone yelled "Look!" so we all looked and saw that someone was pointing up. so we looked up and saw the balloons. they had formed a giant butterfly in the sky. no joke. at that moment, Jesus grabbed my heart and said "I'm here. I'm real." I was amazed, and that was the moment that I started believing in Jesus. over the years I have been struggling, but now I am building a strong relationship with God. 

That was the time that Jesus sent me an angel
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Jul 19, 2010