The Teller Who Knew -When Angels Work Through Humans
A trembling woman. A stranger at a bank. A quiet voice that said, “Breathe.” Sometimes the divine speaks through human hands.
A question I’ve heard many times over the years, quietly, sometimes in tears, sometimes with disbelief:
“Do angels or guides ever work through people?”
We’re taught to look up.
But what if they walk beside us? Or actually work through us.
What if the ordinary ones, you know, the ones who show up when no one else does, are the bridge between despair and deliverance?
Let me tell you a story.
(The photograph was taken in New York, 2018, capturing a light being. We don’t know precisely whether it’s an angel, but we do know we are never alone. - LA Gonzales)
She Was Leaving
A woman, trapped in a terrifying, abusive marriage, had finally decided to leave.
Her husband, once praised by family and friends as faithful and charming, a “catch”, had become volatile, enraged, and dangerous. He was gambling away the children’s food money. Two, sometimes three, paychecks a month vanished. And still, he denied everything.
She was court-ordered not to work, to care for his children from a previous marriage, while he controlled every cent. But quietly, piece by piece, she began hiding money, skimming what she could.
Preparing.
Waiting.
One day, he injured his back and sent her to pick up his paycheck.
She drove to his office, a place where everyone knew her name. She was shaking. Heart racing. Watching constantly in the rearview mirror. Inside, everyone greeted her while the fake mask of joy she wore fooled them. In private within his office, he told her he’d deposit it himself, but she managed to convince him otherwise.
She left the office, heart pounding, car packed with clothes and toys, keys trembling in her hands. Again, constantly looking in the mirrors and across the streets in case he was nearby.
Her body screamed to go to their bank, but something else whispered in her to go to a different bank. She continued to drive, almost unable to catch a full breath, while fear took over her body. Taking back streets to avoid any possibility of him finding her. Focused. Determined. Spotting a bank on the side of the street, she heard…
“Not this bank. Keep driving.”
So she did, going through more unfamiliar streets until she spotted another.
“Not this one either. Keep going.”
Until suddenly she heard it again.
“Here.”
She turned her head and saw a small bank across the street nestled inside other businesses.
The Woman at the Counter
Inside, she scanned the lobby, waiting, terrified he might appear. Constantly looking over her shoulder at the front entrance.
A soft voice called out.
Just then, she saw a petite woman with light hair and kind eyes.
“Next.”
The woman stepped forward, still trembling.
“Can I sign his check and deposit it into my account?” she asked, barely able to form the words. Her hands were shaking on the counter, knowing the check was made out to her husband.
The teller didn’t hesitate. She reached across the counter, placed her hands on top of both of the woman’s trembling hands, and looked straight into her soul:
“Look at me.
He’s not here.
Everything is going to be alright.
I’m going to help you.
It’s okay, breathe.”
The woman took one more glance over her shoulder, turning to the teller, and was instantly calm.
Within minutes, the check was deposited. The money cleared.
She walked out, still shaken, but now free.
Weeks later, she returned to that same bank to thank the teller.
But no one there recognized the description.
No one had ever seen a woman like that on staff.
So, was this an angel?
Is it possible that an angel or something from another time, another place was working through the teller? The woman never knew for sure, but always suspected the answer was yes.
But what she did know was this:
Had that stranger followed protocol, the check would have been on hold.
Had she asked too many questions or sent her away, the woman and her children may not have escaped the terror they had been dealt.
The woman and her children might never have made it out.
Instead, she trusted a whisper.
And a stranger held the door open to a new life.
The woman never looked back again, starting over one step at a time.
We Are Not Alone
I believe there is real evil in this world. I, like many of you, have seen it, lived in it.
Some people are masters of illusion, with an innate ability to manipulate with charm, backed by family, masked by status.
But I also believe this:
There are others, just as powerful, who appear when all seems lost.
Ordinary in appearance.
Extraordinary in timing.
So I’ll ask you:
Have you ever been guided? Protected?
Met someone who felt like they knew your soul — even if just for a moment?
Did they disappear as quickly as they came, leaving you forever changed?