I was walking in the park with my 3-year-old son and daughter, a 5-year-old. We were heading towards a tree they liked to climb. When we reached the tree, my daughter asked where Kyler (my son) was. We thought he was playing a game and hiding behind the tree. We checked and could not find him.
We quickly moved to the play structure at the park which was 50 yards away, thinking he must have gone there without us. At this point, I was getting a bit nervous, but I felt he could not have gone far, as it had been less than a minute since we’d seen him.
We started yelling his name at the play structure, and all the kids and parents looked at us. I scanned all the faces and all the clothing, looking for something familiar. No luck. By now, I was completely frantic and started screaming his name and looking around the whole park.
A gentleman who was walking by, asked, “Are you missing a child?”
“Yes!” I said. He pointed back to the entrance of the park (where we came from). I sprinted in that direction and in a few seconds, spotted a woman holding my son’s hand. I hugged him tight when I reached him; he was scared and crying.
Apparently what had happened was that he got distracted when we were walking towards the tree, and he stopped to play. When he looked up, he didn’t see me and started running away from where we were heading – because he saw someone with a backpack similar to mine leaving the park. He thought we were going to leave him alone at the park! He actually left the park and was crossing a street near a busy intersection when an angel spotted him and grabbed his hand to keep him safe.
I thanked her profusely. She put her hands together in a ‘namaste’, smiled and quietly walked away.