My brother and I use to take a short cut through a graveyard that was not being used to bury anyone any more because it was full. The story goes... One evening as we were passing through this graveyard we both stopped and hesitated for some reason and it may have been because we both thought that we were stepping on someone's foot. We both looked at each other and asked the question: "Am I stepping on your foot?" And when the answer was no from the both of us... Perhaps you can imagine how quick we cleared that area (: - Smile) I realize that this may have been due to the many horror stories that were told to us by our older brothers and sisters. You have to admit that we had a good imagination. (: - Smile) With the foundation being laid, I shall endeavor to convey my story in three parts; How my Holy Angel has always watched over me as a young child... During my adolescence years... And as an adult.