Each child that is born has unique attribute of being an “angel”. Yes, there are television programs, books, magazines all dedicated to these heavenly beings. They are our helpers, our motivators, and our guides. They make us aware of some impending danger and they watch over children at night. Remember that beautiful old prayer “Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep”?

In essence, we are all angels to each other. But we are angels with a flaw. We are born with just one wing. As a child, I heard stories about one-winged angels but never considered myself to be one. As years passed, I met many of these one-winged delights, and saw this flaw in my own children. It may sound peculiar but I was grateful they were one-winged angels.

I recently took a ride to video store to select my evening’s entertainment. A dramatic thunderstorm was passing over as I made my way across town in middle of late afternoon rush hour traffic.

The sky was dark and rain was coming down in torrents. I made my way into store surrendering to inevitable soaking I was unable to prevent.

As I lost myself in search for perfect film to match mood of evening I became aware of sun, suddenly and brilliantly streaming through west windows of store.

Perfect conditions for a rainbow, I thought.

I made a quick decision, grabbed a movie, and blew out of store like a child distracted by bells of an ice cream truck.

“Get in car and drive east,” an inner voice prompted. As I drove down street I felt like a rainbow chaser. Dodging and weaving in and out of traffic with my eyes mostly not on road, searching still black sky for any sign of spectral wonder I knew had to be there.

Yes! There it was. Arching across whole city a perfect rainbow. Each color brilliant and revealing to me it’s momentary magic. I was so excited I wanted to yell to all passing cars, “Look up!”