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Feb 2014
"I spoke to an Angel.
As a matter of fact i shook his hand.
He said a couple i knew asked him to pray over my wife Jo Anne.
Six months was all she had left. No cure was in sight.
So we prayed, and asked Our Father to help us with this fight.
I walked Pastor De Angelus to the door to give thanks, and said goodnight.
He then shook my hand, and said. "Don'y worry, she's going to be alright.
The visit had ended, i'm home, and on the phone.
Talking to the couple giving thanks, and feeling so alone.
For they have no recollection of Pastor De Angelus, and my wife even being their.
Chills went through my spine, as the Pastors name went through my mind.
De Angelus, De Angelus, i questioned myself twice.
The Angel, The Angel, was the answer that came to me that night.
Months went by, and my wife became well.
Doctors could not understand, and Pastor De Angelus was never found.
Never able to tell."
Micahel De Tomasso
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Micahel De Tomasso  Lewisville, Texas
(Lewisville, Texas)   
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