When I was a child, Hamburger Helper came on the scene. Neva J and her sisters raved about the miraculous properties of Hamburger Helper. I looked at the box and ate some of the product and found it Meh. It was ground beef with macaroni and spicy sauce. Yet it did provide several variations on dinner menus. Earl said that the best steak made was a Hamburger Steak. Neva J told him, ‘You silly kid, a Hamburger Steak is no more than a large Hamburger with gravy.’ Earl insisted that it was indeed steak and was much easier to cut and eat. Again, ground chuck was helped by gravy spice…and Branding. So much of our culinary pleasure comes from the secret sauce.

We come within a gnat’s whisker of injury or death and never know when the danger occurred. We gain favor with the boss or our coworkers and thank our cunning for the blessings. I went into convulsions as a lad, and the ambulance driver commented to his colleague that he did not think I would make it to Evansville, Indiana, due to my extreme illness. I am an Old Man and still here. My Guardian Angel rode with Neva J and me in the ambulance from Eldorado.

So many times in life, I have been given tasks that I knew I was not up to, but I tackled them anyway. I succeeded and knew that I had a Secret Helper.

In the French Quarter, you could almost see the Angels as Secret Helpers. The Veil between what we see with our eyes and what lies behind it is thin and can be seen dimly. The happy people danced and sang with what I am convinced were their Guardian Angels. While those who would deny the French Quarter folks their humanity looked on, they knew the truth of their special place in God’s Plan.

The Bermuda Triangle is legendary for people, planes, and boats lost in its deep waters, with no evidence of what happened. There are places on Terra Firma where you can enter another dimension. A dimension where the etheral communes with the earthly. It is there for all to see if you have eyes to see.

‘We are not in this walk of life alone,’ Grandma A said. ‘When we used to hunt for persimmons in the woods, there were Hidden Helpers who would show us where the persimmons were,’ Grandma A said. ‘I had five little children who were hungry, and I had no money to feed them,’ Grandma A continued. ‘People whispered and pointed their fingers at our ragged group,’ Grandma A said. ‘The Helpers assisted us, and we did not starve,’ Grandma A said.

‘How is your day? ‘ the Old Man asked. ‘Why, fine, thank you. I am glad the snow has melted, and I am thinking about beginning my spring cleaning,’ Mr. Mole said. ‘The warm days are a delight,’ Mr. Mole continued. ‘Mr. Badger is coming up the path, perhaps he will have some words of wisdom for us,’ Mr. Mole mused.

‘Greetings and salutations, OM and Moley,’ Mr. Badger said. ‘You’re both are Hale Fellows Well Met,’ Mr. Badger chuckled. ‘I see your Guardian Angels are accompanying you on your morning constitutional,’ Mr. Badger noted with a wink and nod. ‘You make a fine foursome,’ Badger said with a wide grin.