Before Tim's older brother, Charlton, died, he told him, "Timmy, I am entrusting you to seven angels." He added, "Never forget that, ever."
Tim always wondered how his angels look like and, providentially, one by one, at different times he met and saw them up close and personal.
The first one was in a form of an elderly man with hair white as snow. It was one fine November afternoon.
Two angels, he met evening time, were in a form of a woman and a man with platinum blond hair. Even though it was dark he could see them as they were glowing and luminous.
A pair of angels wearing white robes were waiting for him and they told him that they were going to climb a mountain soon. The rest of the seven would be with them and then some more.
It was a cold December day and they were a group of twelve. Tim was the last one trailing behind the angels.
When they reached the summit, they spent the night in a gargantuan tent.
Tim woke up at 6:00 a.m. and he saw a magnificent golden eagle soaring and circling the summit.
After 30 minutes it was snowing.
Then, Tim saw countless snowflakes.
A light emanated from a tree and he decided to have a closer look.
There was a frozen heart inside the trunk. He had always been told that he has healing hands whenever he would shake another person's hand. He put his palm on the outer surface and it began to melt. Then, the heart began to, slowly, turn crimson, then a light throbbing began, then it started to beat. Penultimately, it was beating on its own.
Finally, it was alive.
Then, Sarah, one of the angels, approached him. She told him, "Congratulations, Tim, you saved the most abandoned soul in purgatory."
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