My guardian angels have greeted me at Canadian Tire and waxed my eyebrows. 

The day I was discharged from the hospital, dad took me to Canadian Tire. Because, you know, I was just diagnosed with an autoimmune disease and obviously my priority was buying solar powered lights for my flower bed. And I needed a bath mat for safety, which is really why we made the trip. But of course I was super excited to just be out in public and the fresh air. There is a new Canadian Tire in South Edmonton Common which I adore. It is massive. And two floors. You must go. That day, there was an older gentleman who greeted me at the door. I was using my walker and he offered to get me a riding scooter. I thanked him for the offer, but said that I preferred to walk. The next week, I found myself back at Canadian Tire on my own, on the second floor still with my walker, in an aisle tucked in the back. And there was the greeter! He started talking to me, indicating he didn’t know what I was facing, but chose to share wisdom on how we feel and the age we truly are, and then the years of experience one has. He said that he is only 21 with 53 years’ experience. And between this, and other beautiful things he said to me, I just stood there and cried. And he let me cry. And I thanked him. And that was it. I haven’t seen him since…

The week after I was out, I had an appointment for a pedicure and microdermabrasion. The lady who was doing my micro had seen me for other services before, but never for micro. She asked how I was, as she could tell I was ill. And she said to me, “God is with you.” And as I lay there, under the super soft, warm fuzzy blanket with my hair tied back, I cried. And she assured me everything was going to be ok. And somehow, I felt it. At least in that moment. And after she had started the process of washing my face and prepping for the micro, I felt her touching my eyebrows. And before I knew it, she was waxing them! She didn’t ask or tell me what she was doing. She just did it and said, ‘”You need help with your eyebrows. I’ll take care of you.”

Now that I write this, these angels remind me of the book The Shack I read while my mom was ill and passed. Huh.

I have seen my micro lady again since that first appointment, and plan to keep seeing her going forward. I guess I need to get back to Canadian Tire to see if I can find my other angel again to check in with him…

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