God sent me an angel

On the weekend before Christmas, my family gathered from far and wide to celebrate my 80th birthday. We had a grand reunion on that Saturday.

Sunday afternoon a group of us went to River Village in Bonsall. We ate at Village Pizza then crossed the street to attend the movies. Our guys selected "Star Wars, the Force Awakens." It was too loud and too active for me, so my daughter-in-law, Sandi, accompanied me to see "Sister, Sister."

We settled down in back row seats with jumbo drinks and an oversized bucket of popcorn. The movie was a disappointment! The two leading actresses smothered us in filthy language, words that continued without stopping. We left the scene early and got permission to hop into another show which was about whale hunters. It was cold in there, so again we moved to join our family in "Star Wars."

Along the way, I missed my purse. It must have dropped, moving from one show to another, while juggling our refreshments. On our hands and knees, using a penlight we searched every room unsuccessfully.

Guess what? Someone had found it and turned it in at the front counter. God had sent me an angel. Whoever you are, I am most grateful. Thank you for making my season bright.