Once an angel asked a man: "Do you want to look at your life?"
"I do" - the man answered.
The angel rised him up and the man saw two strings of footsteps going behind each other.
"Who's that, behind me?" the man asked.
"That's me" - the angel answered. - "I was accompanied you all your entire life".
"So why does one line disappear sometimes?"
"It's the hardest moments in you life".
"So why did you leave me in the hardest moments? How could you?"
"I didn't understand" - said an angel quietly. "I was carrying you on my hands".
P.S.: Sorry for my terrible english... :))
This story affected me so much that I decided to draw an angel, who's tired and injured, but anyway he continues to carry his ward trough the darkness.