Shell gave him a call
. "My name is Marv," she said.
"Hi Marv, what's been going on?
She told him about the ward they were tasked with taking care of, how their ward needed round the clock care, how she lived in the same apartment and was on duty when the other caregivers weren't around
It was a hard job, and her own health was failing
. But she couldn't let her employers know. She feared for her own job. If she lost it due to health reasons, she would have been even less able to take care of herself.
He listened. There wasn't much he could do but listen. He wasn't God
. He didn't command vast armies of angels.
He wasn't even a single angel
Well, actually he was.
He was Shell's guardian angel, but he didn't know it
His care about her well-being would direct where her life went. That's why she was so nervous calling him. But he didn't recognize her
Their subjective realities were vastly different.
He tried his best to give her someone to talk to because she couldn't talk to anybody else
about her work, the challenges she faced each day, just trying to get by, the constant pain she had to endure with a smile on her face.
Nobody else knew. Nobody else could know. Nobody would believe her
So she tried to make her guardian angel understand
. She was his guardian angel too after all.