Guardian angel? what's that mean anyway? It means many things for many people. What does it mean for me? It defines who I am, or rather what I am now. I am that which some of you people call a guardian angel. It's my job to make sure that I do my job. I can't talk about it, without risking the wrath of my manager. I can however tell you about one of my favorite subjects that I've had to work with. His name is John Banner. He is 25, and I do owe him a debt to my continued existence. Let me explain why.
I was on the verge of completing some training for my job, since I had just been recruited by the boss. Well, the final exercise was to try and take human form, and see if I could secure the honest help of one person. I did, and just created a pitiful image resembling some unfortunate souls I observed in the city. I wanted to create an image like my own. When I was recruited by the boss, I lost my right to have an image of self. One of the small prices to pay for my gift. So, I made myself out to look like a bum, and took human form. I sat in the corner of two busy streets, and just sat there, looking miserable. I sat there for about three hours. A handful of people tossed change at me. I sensed from them that they wanted to help me to a certain degree. But there was something missing. Something that the boss noticed. Something that told the boss to tell me that I had to stay in the city until I find it.
It was not my place to question him, so I just stayed. After a while longer, I began to travel down the street, and attempt to satisfy some human cravings for nourishment that were taking over my new form. Just then, of nowhere, a vehicle comes out of the blue, and knocks me down. If I was in my normal state, I would have been aware of that thing earlier. I would have instant access to the entire lives of each occupant at a moment's notice. I still had that ability in this form, but my range was limited, from infinite to much less than that.
I was stunned, adjusting to the bad sensations that were flowing over my body. Each nerve, that was hurting, and getting on my nerves, that I now had them. I was knocked away from the car about two meters or so. Give or take a inch. Just as I was attempting to get up, and recompose myself, I became aware that my incident had created a small crowd of people around me. All were mumbling inside and outside about me. "Oh, man!" "Is he OK?" "Stupid bum!" "He should have watched where he was going!" and other things along that same nature.
But soon after I became aware of what was being said about me, I noticed a lone sole had come out to help me up. It was the driver of the car. That which is known as whom I mentioned before being John Banner. He came over and helped me up, asking me if I was OK.
"Are you OK man? I didn't see you! Oh, my God!"
"yeah, well, your car would suggest otherwise. You aim was pretty good." I told him.
"Listen, I'm on a time crunch, but I can drop you off at the emergency room, if you want me to. "
"uh...yes. Thank you"
"can you stand?"
"yes, but....my head is killing me."
"come on, easy does it, now." He helped me over to the other side, and helped me into the car, as the crowd thinned out. He closed the door, and rushed to the driver's side. John hopped into the car, and soon we were off down the street. After a few blocks of going fast down the street, he hit a light, and stopped. During the stop, he looked over at me, to see if I was OK.
"Are you ok...Mr.....um....?" he asked me.
"My name is Robert." I told him.
"Robert, are you feeling dizzy or anything?"
"No. Just a little bruised. I'd still like to see a doctor. Thanks for helping me out, Mr....?"
"John."
