I was a teenager the first time I saw my guardian angel. I was heading across the street for some dive in San Francisco when suddenly he was right there on the curb in front of me, challenging me. He was tall, handsome, and blonde, with a real fine face, but dressed in an old bum's clothes and a slouch hat. He looked fiercely into my eyes, with eyes that glowed like fire, and I knew he wasn't going to budge an inch out of my way. He spoke to my mind, not with words but with his eyes or thoughts, and I heard him loud and clear, inside my head, as he looked at me with great disgust. "Where do you think you are going?" He knew where I was headed, and he was there to stop me--and stop me he did! I wasn't three feet from him, face to face, and he nearly scared me out of my wits! I nearly did a backward flip and ran the other way across that busy street, dodging cars. It's a wonder I didn't get killed. And I grabbed the first train home. I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I was terrified of him because somehow I knew exactly who he was--an angel of God in disguise, sent by the Lord to stop me from making a big mistake. It sure did the trick, and I never forgot it! So thank God for His angels, who are watching over us continually--even your personal angel, whose job is you.