Angels all around me
My name is Fenicia Rosario and I am a baby boomer who is ready to tell my story. I am new at this so I ask for patience, critiques, as well as tips and suggestions. I knew angels were with me all of my life because of the stories that was told to me about what happened through birth until I was able to understand what was going on in my life on my own at at a very young age. Coming from a super dysfunctional background I had to know that only the angels kept me at all times. I will just make this one a short, sweet, sour roller coaster ride. Born into drugs, sex, and violence instead rock and roll, whenever I would think about the circumstances around me, a metaphor would pop into my head. Now picture this, you know how a doctor slaps the baby on the butt to get it breathing? Well, if it was up to me I could have slapped the doctor so hard he would have had to catch his breath if I would have known what I was going to face through life. There is a short, as a matter of fact the shortest story told in the Bible. Excuse me if I offend anyone who would rather not talk about anything that has to do with this book. However, when I read it I felt I was looking in the mirror. This story is talking about a woman whose pregnancy was so painful it was the most excruciating thing she could have imagined. When the child was born she named him Jabez meaning,“He makes sorrowful, because of the pain she went through. As this little boy was growing into manhood he thought how much pain he caused his mother during birth and he did not want to cause anyone else any pain in his lifetime. The name itself could have planted a seed of evil thoughts in his head to do harm to other people. Instead, his belief kept him steadfast with a short prayer. “Oh, that you would bless me indeed and enlarge my territory, that your hand would be with me, and that I may not cause pain. God granted his request. As a child going to Catholic school of course I learned about prayers and believing in them. So, during the most horrific events a child could go through I remember each and every night after a horrible day of violence in my house, I would pray and ask God to please help me to be happy even for five minutes. That’s how bad it was, and throughout life things began to get much worse. How I know something was watching over me is because I am still here able to speak to others about many experiences in my life and want to express it in my writing. Yes, I believe in Miracles because I am one.
