Two Traveling Angels

       Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night
       in the home of a wealthy family.

       The family was rude and refused to let the angels
       stay in the mansion's guest room.

       Instead the angels were given a small space in
       the cold basement.

       As they made their bed on the hard floor, the
       older angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired

       When the younger angel asked why, the older angel
       replied, "Things aren't always what they seem."

       The next night the pair came to rest at the house
       of a very poor, but very hospitable farmer and his

       After sharing what little food they had the couple
       let the angels sleep in their bed where they could
       have a good night's rest.

       When the sun came up the next morning the angels
       found the farmer and his wife in tears.

       Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole
       income, lay dead in the field.

       The younger angel was infuriated and asked the
       older angel how could you have let this happen?

       The first man had everything, yet you helped him,
       she accused.

       The second family had little but was willing to
       share everything, and you let the cow die.

       "Things aren't always what they seem," the older
       angel replied.

       "When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I
       noticed there was gold stored in that hole in the

       Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and
       unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed the
       wall so he wouldn't find it."

       "Then last night as we slept in the farmers bed,
       the angel of death came for his wife. I gave him
       the cow instead.

       Things aren't always what they seem."

       Sometimes that is exactly what happens when things
       don't turn out the way they should. If you have
       faith, you just need to trust that every out come
       is always to your advantage. You just might not
       know it until some time later...

Sent to me by Najat Saadeh <>
Nada AbiSamra