The Bridge

Once there was a special young woman who could see the angels. On this day, she felt a call and visited the prison in her town, where she asked to see a man who was going to be executed the next morning for many terrible and vile deeds. The prison wardens didn't argue; they showed her to the cell where the prisoner was lying, sick from an injury he had sustained in his capture. She entered and saw that the bad man surrounded by many, many angels who were trying to reach out to him but could not touch him; he was all closed off and on top of that, surrounded by swirling darkness from his bitter life.

The young woman sat down beside him and took his hand. The other hand, she held out to the angels. One stepped forward, the man's most special guardian, and they took her hand. Thus she became the bridge; and knowing, healing and forgiveness flowed into the man, who cried and in the night, died of his injuries.