I WAS SAVED FROM THE BLAZE BY A MISUNDERSTANDING
Another 24 hours have passed without flames licking at my door. I have red marks on my hands from praying my Rosary. A little while ago I was moving and looking for a new place. I'm a transplant from County Cork and have lived in L.A. for 6 years now; and have seen my fair share of a city that is a conglomerate of 87 cities. The term "urban jungle" does not come close to the City of Angels; as myriad to the human mind as the billions of good and bad angels, the enormity of L.A. is also confounding. At the time of my move, I very nearly asked a friend to put me in touch with their good friend so I could move to Pacific Palisades! But something, the Hand of God I believe, always held me back. It was like a forcefield that kept me from making the request; and I'd probably have done so but there was also a misunderstanding with my friend-of-a-friend, and they had felt slighted by me. I've not been able to make it right, and had the misunderstanding never occurred,...
