my guardian angel

I think I have a Guardian Angel. I have come to this conclusion after a period of examining my life as it has been so far. I wonder if I would feel the same if I had lived my life down a single track as it were; being good at school, worked harder at university and settled into a proper job, met the right girl and had the right number of kids. If that were so, the Guardian Angel might have been better employed looking after someone else but I can’t say for sure.
My life has been more like a journey through the amazing maize maze but with hazards. There have been twists and turns, doors that opened and doors that wouldn’t open that I really wanted to go through. It has all been an adventure. There have been some sad times, not many, and some times which have been plain stupid, thanks to me.
What fascinates me now is thinking that the Guardian Angel has been around all this time. Pushed sometimes, nudged sometimes and left to make a fool of myself sometimes but always that presence seems to have been there. Looking back, it becomes more complicated because there have been people in certain places on the route who have been significant. Fellow pilgrims who have touched my life, helped in some way or understood and then moved on, leaving me with a lesson learnt and a wistful memory of them. Were they from the corps of Guardian Angels?
I find myself saying a silent ‘Thank You’ for the good things that happen and I enjoy the world that is wrapped around me. When the going gets a bit tough, I do trust that my Guardian Angel will help to lead me through.
Who it is or where it comes from, I have no idea. Do I have to know?