He stood at the intersection of 7th Ave and 42nd street, and watched the endless stream of humans passing by.

He stared at them with fleeting interest, almost like a child watching grownups play games that he cannot and then move on to other things he knows he can do.


But this was no game, this was to be his first assignment, and he meant to do it to the best of his abilities.


It sounded strange at first, almost too easy, but now, standing, or more like hovering above the crowds, he suddenly realized that that it might not be as easy as he thought it would be at first.


The order that was read to him by a high-ranking angel, said the following:


"Your assignment is restricted to the New York area only. You're to watch for human behavior, and report the good the bad and the ugly. Maintain a catalog at all times.


Your report is of extreme importance to him, and will be used in evaluating the future of the specific individuals mentioned in your report, and of the human race as a whole."


"But...but are there others...who are..."

At that point he was cut off, and was told not to ask any other questions, because none would be answered.


"Just go, and do your job to the best of your ability."

"That's all, no more instructions?" He asked anyway.

"None now, just go. And we'll call you when the time is up for the report."


So he left, and now, watching the river of people coming and going from all possible directions, all seeming to be in such extreme hurry to go somewhere, he suddenly had his doubts, whether or not he will be able to do this job, that at first seemed so easy.


What am I really looking for, he wondered, as he scanned the crowded street in frustration, but still unable to find anything out of the ordinary, that would justify entering into his log.


And then, just as he was about to move on to another corner, or maybe another part of town all together, he suddenly saw a car, which going west on 42nd street, suddenly pulling over, almost hitting another car in the process, and then stopping next to a parked car with two people inside.


The passenger's window, on the car that just made the stop, rolled down, and angel's eyes came closer to listen.


The older man driving the car, looked extremely frustrated and tired, and was now starring with pleading eyes at the man and woman who sat in the parked car and said:

"Hi, my name is Roger. I'm from out of town and I'm totally lost. I've been trying to get out of this mess for hours now, but with no success, could you please be kind enough and give me directions?"


Angel's eyes, noticed that the man appeared confused and on the verge of tears, and his voice quivered a bit, indicating that he wasn't far from crying either.

The woman looked at her husband for a few seconds, and then asked:


"Where are you trying to get to Roger?"

"It's someplace called Douglaston, and I think it's in Queens."

The woman smiled, the man just named the area where she and her husband where from.

They were on their way to Jersey to do some shopping but...


"Just a moment," the woman said to the man, and then nudged her husband, indicating to him to turn around and face her.


Her husband turned around, a small smile on his face; he already knew what was coming next.


"Honey, do you remember the time when we were lost in Prague, and that nice man helped us out?"

"How can I forget," her husband replied softly, and then, turned around and said to the man:


"Follow us, we'll take you there."

The man looked stunned.

"Are you sure, I mean...maybe..."

"Don't worry my friend, we were going that way anyway," her husband lied.

"Just let me go out of the spot, and then follow us."


Angel's eyes moved away, he didn't need to hear any more, he knew that he already had his first log entry for the day.



(If any of you out there, have a story for angel's eyes that you want to share, drop me a line, and I'll either post it, as you've sent it, or rewrite it if you so wish)


God Bless,

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