The lady got up and waved good-bye. She walked off down the road, leaving me to think about what she’d said. If wisdom ran in my family, more than likely I’d get some too. Then I would be more like Roy Rogers—and more like Daddy and Grandma, I guessed. Maybe I had good examples to follow right at home. Somehow I wasn’t quite as disappointed to miss the matinee. I was still thinking about what the lady had told me the next morning when we went to church. Reverend Downs gave a sermon about angels. It didn’t seem to have anything to do with me, until he said, “You never know when you might be in the presence of one.”