I can’t tell you how happy I am my guardian angel rarely takes a coffee break. I’m guessing many angels lack sleep because mine seems to always be on duty, and for that I’m eternally grateful. I’m fairly certain, however, that I frustrate her, especially when I don’t heed her warnings.
For instance, a few years back I was driving in freeway traffic where the speed in which we were moving amounted to crawling at roughly 20 mph. In my boredom, I reached over to retrieve something from the passenger seat. And at that moment a strange feeling came over me and, like someone whispering into my ear, I heard, “Janet, pay attention.” So I looked up, a bit too late, and bumped into the car in front of me. Fortunately, since we were crawling, my bumper only slightly dented his.
