top of page
  • Writer's pictureruthannelphillips

Wild Angels

When I was little I was afraid of everything.

I was afraid of monsters and especially vampires. I would wear a fur boa around my neck and I hung crosses on each bed post. My mother thought that I was certain to die of strangulation because I had so many items - both religious and fashionable - wrapped around my jugular.

I would sometimes pee in the bed rather than risk the wrath of the horrible being that lived under my bed, or the werewolf that hid in my closet. I would always blame my dog, Tammy for these incidents - not knowing if my mother knew or no not.

I was always so afraid that one night my father gave me eleven angels to watch over me in any way I saw fit. He told me that his mother had given them to him when he was small, and he didn't need them anymore.

I was glad to have the angels, but I was stressed out about having them in my care. Having eleven angels was an awesome responsibility.

Each night I would disperse the angels. I would always place one at the foot of my bed and one at the head. When I was very afraid, I would add two to either side of me. This made me feel guilty because that would mean there would be two fewer angels watching over the world. I would send three angels to the rest of the house; one to my parent's room and one each to my brother's rooms. With the remaining angels, I would divide the earth into quarters and send an angel out to watch over the people in all the different parts of the world. I knew that this would be difficult for the angels, but I was not willing to give up the ones I had keeping us safe at home.

I kept those angels for a very long time.

When I was thirty five, I realized I was not afraid of anything anymore. I also realized it was wrong for my family to have enslaved the angels. I thanked each of the angels personally and marveled at what a great job they had done, especially with so few resources. We hugged. I asked them for forgiveness and told them to do what they wanted. And with great relief and nary a glance behind, they flew away.

I know that the angels are still out there slaying monsters. After all, it is their nature. But now they do it on their own terms.

I sometimes think of my angels, and I miss them. Occasionally I get a glimpse of one, or perhaps it is only one that looks like the ones I knew. I always mouth a silent, "thank you," and then they are gone.

9 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Indelible In the Hippocampus

I was ten years old in 1974 and my father was a teacher for Los Angeles Unified School District. At that time, they allowed teachers to take sabbaticals and it was very important to my parents that we

Fun in Acapulco

When I was growing up, I had a mad crush on Elvis Presley. Thankfully, out of the seven television stations we could get on our extremely large, olive green, small screened TV, two of those stations


bottom of page