All is well at the time of the visit. An angel looks upon a nine month old baby and knows that she is to be the guardian of his life. To prepare him for what lies ahead must be done quickly, for the time is near when he will be stricken. This is the picture I must carry to somehow help me feel the baby in "The Visiting Angel" could somehow, even in the newness of his life, be granted some kind of understanding for the life that he must live. You see, this sadly is a true story. The baby that is spoken of here is my husband. It took him years to reveal to me the travisy of his childhood. He was stricken with polio at nine months of age and has lived the horror of all the angel spoke of. As the angel promised, he today, is a loving father, a treasured husband, and is admired by all that relishes in his acomplishments. Perhaps the story of the Angel's visit was not just a picture upon my heart. Perhaps years ago in the stillness of his nursery he was truly visited by an Angel. Perhaps in truth, this very angel has helped him to become the genuinly wonderful man that he has become. Lesa
