An Event That Changed My Life… Essay, Research Paper

Open your eyes. Let the music surround you and indulge. But don t let it blind you. We must stay alert and strong. You can take them, for they are the weak. Find the source; he is there if you look, if you accept, if you are open. For the act of closing is futile. You cannot see his heart, but you can feel his love.

The children run out into the new day to find the bitter cold exciting. When tucked into their warm beds, the world was dreaming. They dread the next day, waiting for the arrival of the school bus. But when they awoke to the whiteness, the pureness, a sort of childish bliss swept through them, for this kind of happiness is only felt with the drifting in of snow and the voice of the radio announcer declaring a day off of studies.

Mothers curse the administrators, insiting the weather shouldn t stop the daily study of knowledge. Fathers curse the plow trucks for their hectic ride into work that awaits before them. But the children open their eyes to see the miracle, little as it may seem. The children hesitate not, for at any moment they know it may melt away, like their past. The snowmen are created as if God had sprinkled a little of his miracle in each of their tiny hands. Snowballs are thrown playfully by young boys, showing their masculinity to the girls who giggle at their immiturity. No one notices the shadow. She walks through, smiling to herself at the past she barely can recall. The angelic music of her past plays to herself. She wonders if the children themselves can hear the songs of the angels. She just then realizes that they are the angles.