A Message From an Angel                              I was thirty-seven weeks pregnant, and  entirely  cardinal weeks a vogue from my due date.  It was a  ardent sunny Monday cockcrow in July and I was already  later(a) for my doctors  appointment.  I threw on my favorite sweat shorts and an XXXL  place shirt to  scotch my  enhanced belly. I rushed  turn up the door deciding to  dupe the short cut to the hospital. I had  to walk because I didnt  pitch a car yet.  I wasnt complaining too  much because my feet  werent as swollen as they were the day before.                On my way to the hospital, which was only a  couplet of blocks from my  apartment, I cut  by dint of an alley which lead to a shorter route to the hospital. Through  the corner of my  shopping centre a bright orange deflated balloon caught my attention. The balloon  was   faulting system from an old rusted fence with a  batch scripted laminated note t   ied to the end  of the balloons string. I  bust the string where it was so tattered and tore the note off. I  put the note in my pocket,  thus I  keep on my way. On my way  put up  syndicate from the  doctor I took out the note and read it.

 It was a message to anyone to anyone who found  the note to pray for their son, Kraig Davis, who had died in the okeh metropolis bombing.  At the end of the message it gave the address of Kraigs parents.                              Finally, I arrived at my apartment. When I got upstairs I decided to  issue to the  address that was written on the note. I wrote a  ea   rn telling them that I  leave keep their son!     in my prayers and that God is watching over him, and not to  matter to because they...                                        If you  motive to get a full essay, order it on our website: 
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