Lies.

The stories of the angels are a lie.

There are no angels with wings or miracles. Just people. Sad, imperfect, sloppy, clumsy people.

The thing is there may not be any great beings that watch over us in all of our stupidity, but there are people. Beautiful, loving, companionate, brave people. They may not be much but they are something, they are the true angels of this world. The ones that give even when they have next to nothing, the ones that bring joy to everyone they meet, the ones who make miracles happen instead of waiting for one that will never come.

So ya there may not be things with fluffy little wings helping you out every once and a while, but there are angels. Imperfect, beautiful, human angels.