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Psychic Stories Angels In Washington “Yesterday, my sister Rose called me and she was crying. Rose works in Washington D.C. at the U.S. Court of Appeals right across from the Law Enforcement Memorial. For her lunch hour she decided to take her lunch and sit on a bench at the Memorial and just relax. While she was there, she saw a woman approach the Memorial and watched her as she touched the names that had been added and then saw her scratch the names onto a piece of paper with a pencil. During this, she saw the woman completely breakdown. My sister felt so bad that she started crying too. She called me on her cell phone and scared me because it was hard to understand her. She finally calmed down enough to tell me what had happened. I told her to go over to the woman and give her a hug. Rose said she didn't think she could do it without breaking down herself and she didn't even know this woman. Later she told me she walked past the woman attempting to talk to her but she couldn't do it and just went back to her office. I was sitting at my desk at work and noticed a pile of mail that I hadn't opened yet that had arrived that morning. I opened the mail and one of the envelopes contained a poem entitled, "A Policewomen's Prayer". It was sent to me by one of the female officers that I work with. I read it and I don't know why but I immediately typed it into an e-mail and sent it to Rose. When Rose received it, she printed it and placed it into a see-through plastic sleeve. She then went over to the window and saw that the woman was still sitting at the Memorial. She took the poem and ran across the street. As she approached the woman, the woman looked up at her and Rose handed her the poem not saying anything. Rose said the woman took the poem and read it with her head down and when she was done she looked up at Rose with tears streaming down her face and said, "You don't know how much this means to me." Rose started crying too and told her how she had been eating lunch and noticed her! Breaking down. Rose told her that she had called me and I had told her to go over and hug her, but she couldn't do it. The woman, Michele, told Rose that she was a policewoman and her 2 partners/friends had been killed in the line of duty. Michele kept telling my sister that she just doesn't know how much that poem meant to her. Rose and Michele talked for quite awhile and Michele gave her a police card with her information to give to me. They found that they had a lot in common and both their husbands are named Jeff (including mine). Rose was a little upset because she forgot to give Michele her name, but we figured we could contact her later through her police department. Rose told me, "I can't believe the coincidences that occurred, one right after another." I told her they were no coincidences. I felt that for some reason Michele's angels needed to get to her at that moment and did it through me and Rose. By: Margaret O’Brien © 2006
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