When I was younger, I used to have an “imaginary friend”– his name was Damian Warren, he had blonde hair and blue eyes, tall, and extremely fun to hang out with. He always held my hand and picked me up when I had fallen down. He would comfort me whenever I was bullied. He was the best friend I ever had. Naturally as I got older, the more he stopped visiting me, and the less I saw him the more I became involved in my own world of being a pre-teen, teenager, young adult, and to an adult. Because I don’t see him anymore I do sense he is nearby me, watching over me, making me feel safe, and loving me in his own way. He visits me through my dreams and makes me smile. After all these years… my so called imaginary friend has been my Guardian Angel.