Yesterday my son completed middle school.  It was a very poignant time and I marveled at the progress he had made between 6th and 8th grade.  There were special angels who blessed him along the way.  It makes me wonder how much of what they did was out of training, or instinct, or compassion. or something else!?   In the end it doesn’t matter.  They did what they did and it had an impact. It was a blessing. And that will never be forgotten.