Finding a Feather
Rhian receives a sign from her very own guardian angel.
"I stopped believing in God when I was 15. It didn't stop me from getting married in church though, or baptising the children... just in case.
I had a niggling feeling that there might be something out there, somebody looking after me. Money would turn up just when I needed it, clouds had silver linings.
My husband left me but gave me four wonderful children who were sometimes a joy... and sometimes a challenge.
One day I read in an article that if life gets hard you should pray to your guardian angel. If she hears you she'll send a sign - a white feather. I didn't believe it but I had a go.
Now if you're looking for a feather you're sure to find one and two days later I did - but not on the seagull infested streets of Caernarfon or on the bed by my feather pillow, but on the rug in the middle of my living room - and life got better... for a while.
That marriage didn't last either and my beautiful babies grew to be beautiful, stroppy teenagers. But the angel still sends me the odd cheque, gets me work, finds me the last space in the car park, but best of all, this time... she's sent me a real live angel of my own."