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December 2007 - Page 18
The Sockless King
by Enrique
I am an avid believer in everything paranormal, spiritual and religious. As a bored 24 year old, I started getting into Angelology (the study of angels), a topic full of wondrous facts and mystical happenings. To supplement my belief in angels, my mother told me a wonderful tale that I would like to share with those whom believe in angels and everything mystical about these wonderful, divine Children of God.
My mom is about 58 now, and she told me that when she was young, maybe about eight or so, she had gone to a silo in a very remote and rural part of Mexico. I don't know the exact location, and this took place sometime in the late 1950s, maybe even earlier. She was accompanied by her sister (my aunt) and another young cousin. The place was so remote, that no people would be around, it was so isolated and down right creepy by the description she gave me, but growing up extremely poor and guided by a very tough mother (my grandmother), she had no choice; it was their duty.
I have to also add that my mother grew up with 11 other children and were very poor, surviving day to day.
As they were going about their business washing clothes for the family, a man approached them alongside the road on a bicycle, ringing a bicycle bell of some sort. She mentioned that the man had a canister full of warm baked bread. It was typical Mexican style bread. The man appeared as regular townsfolk, but didn't resemble anyone in particular. My mother told me that she focused in on a particular part of the man: his shoes. She mentioned that the man wasn't wearing any sox. As he came by he asked, "Hey girls, would you like to buy some bread?" As all three approached the man, they mentioned they had no money to spend. The man replied, "That's okay, just pay me later. Take as much as you need."
So here you have three hungry, poor little girls helping themselves to as much bread as their arms could fit. When they were all done, the man just started riding his bike up a trail that led nowhere in particular. No town or village was near the area he was heading in, there was only brush. The area he was heading toward was even more remote and isolated than the area the silo was in!
So, many questions were raised after this, and when they went home, my grandmother asked them where they had gotten all that bread, so as innocent kids, they told her the truth: that a man passed by and asked them to take bread and they could pay him later. The first question that my grandmother raised was, "What was the man doing up there selling bread!?" Not only that, but the man was never seen again. My mom said the bread was delicious and "perfect". My mom named him "The Sockless King". In scripture it says that you bump into an angel and not realize it.
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