Life with my Guardian Angel

How could it be that for seventy years I didn't know about, believe about, didn't care about _my own guardian angel?_ All the hard work she's done, every day, not to mention that she's saved my life time after time. It's like wandering horizonless in the desert, without bringing one glass of water along with me. So much life, so much power that I never once was aware about, never once touched that water to help me live, no matter how thirsty I've been. Now I talk with her every day. A little while ago I asked my guardian angel, "Would you say that there are possibly five angels with problems? Seven?" "I'd say there are possibly zero angels with problems," she said. "Approximately zero." "Because you're immortal. Is that why?" "We're immortal and we know it. Humans are immortal and they don't know it. They mix physical mortality, which lasts for about two seconds, with spiritual immortality which lasts forever. Cows can understand that, mortals can't." This book was written to let the kid I was, the little guy six years old, living in the Arizona desert, to remember to keep that water always with him no matter what desert he may roam. He'll do so much better with this lifetime, than I've done. Here's the story to tell him why.