Pipe Smoke
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Angel story sent by Leona Stevens to Angels &
Ghosts !!
In November of 1997, I
was living in Albany, New York with my husband and attending the
Albany College of Pharmacy. I was nineteen at the time. I had a job at
CVS, which was about a mile and a half away.
One night,
a nursing student named Jenna Grieshaber was killed in her apartment, which was
exactly one block from mine. I had to walk past her apartment to get from
work to home, as I didn't have a car at the time. The night after she was
killed, they still hadn't found the person who did it, and it scared me to walk
home at night. At first, I waited for a bus,
but after half an hour, none came, and I decided to risk walking
home.
Admittedly, I was scared, but I had
no choice as my husband was at work himself. After about a block, a man
came up behind me on my left (also the road side). He was very tall,
was wearing jeans, a blue jacket, had thin brown hair, and was smoking a
vanilla pipe. After what had just happened in my neighborhood, I should have been
scared, but I wasn't. This man just walked with me, on the left, one step in front of
me. I knew that he could walk
faster than
me, and could have easilly just left me alone, but he didn't. In fact,
twice he had stopped to light his pipe while I kept walking, and twice he caught
up to me again and stayed with me, but always one step ahead. Finally, I
got to my apartment, and I put the key into the door. I turned around to
say "thank you" to the man who had walked me home, but he was not there.
He wasn't around the corner, down the street, nowhere. It was like he was never there.
I felt
complete contentment at that point, and to this
day, vanilla pipe smoke evokes a calm in me that nothing else
can.