All of the children who passed through our lives were angels, angels with broken wings. Most of the parents had been charged with abuse, neglect, or child endangerment. They came at any hour, day or night. The phone would ring, the proper car seat would be loaded into the car, and off we would bound to collect another angel. We would gather the precious bundles and set out to repair their broken wings. The angels appeared and stayed for hours, week, or even years. They came empty-handed, stealing pieces of our hearts as they passed through our lives.

These are the stories of some of the many angels who have entered our hearts and lives for a brief time. It is my desire to touch your hearts as the angels have touched ours.