God Sent Angel

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My God Sent Angel
Have you ever met someone and felt like you have been struck by Cupids arrow? Is this love you might ask yourself, or is it just lustful tendencies hiding behind romance? My relationships with woman have always been met with challenges. I lacked the tools necessary to keep a relationship afloat, and my views on woman were one that only satisfied my libido. That was until I came across this amazing woman named Caren. This woman carried a message that enlightened me to examine my views on woman and the relationships I have with them. I met Caren back in September of 2010 at a local A.A. meeting that was being held in a church attic. I was very shy and nervous about being there. I was all of 30 days sober and the remnants of my past still lingered within me. The room was small, and the smell of burnt coffee and laughter filled the air. I couldn’t quite understand why everyone was laughing. I was here to get sober and I was very serious about it. Weren’t they? I thought to myself. The cold metal chairs where neatly situated in three long rows from one side of the room to the other. I strategically found a seat in the back row in hopes of hiding out from everyone and the happy rhetoric that was oozing from their mouths. The meeting started promptly at seven thirty and the voices started to dissipate as the group leader asked for order. The room found silence as everybody shuffled their way to an unoccupied seat. The room’s uncomfortable quietness seemed to double my anxiety. I couldn’t shake the idea that I might have to speak in front of all these people. When out of the dead calm I heard footsteps getting louder and closer. The doors to the room abruptly swung open and all my attention was on the woman entering the room. She was tall, slim, and blonde. She was dressed a tight black sports bra and black yoga pants. Her face was petite and plain, with not a stitch of makeup. “Sorry I’m late “the woman panted with a smile as she...
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