When Joe was a a baby he never cried. One day I had him propped up in the corner of his playpen. Norbert and Frank had left to take the bus to Taylor Park, a beach on the Grasse River.
There were some rough boys among their friends. It occurred to me that they might get into a fight with these boys while they were waiting for the bus. So I sent Joe's guardian angel to the boys waiting for the bus and Joe cried at this moment. When I told this to Father Francis he said "Don't ever send Joe's guardian away or he'll have nothing." So ever since then I have relied on guardian angels to watch over us.