I danced with an angel at the grocery store today. From a distance he looked like an ordinary man. As we got closer, I thought he was a man with Downs Syndrome. He moved to the left because he thought I wanted to go right. I wanted to go left, so he moved right to let me pass. We danced. After going down and up another pair of aisles, we met again. We started to dance again and our faces lit up with big grins.

I danced with an angel at the grocery store today and did not know it until I was three miles down the road and almost home.