Do You Believe That Guardian Angels Can Communicate Through Inanimate Objects?

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If you visit the website of my special friend, Russell, http://www.freewebs.com/russellonline you'll find out that he hasn't exactly lived your average life. For starters, at the tender age of nine, he came home from school one day to not only find his parents missing but, also, the mobile home that the three of them shared. After spending several days with his best friend and his family, he was taken to the local orphanage. By the time that he was eleven, the orphanage had already decided that he needed reform school. He was "disciplined" with lashings twice during the eighteen months that he was there. Let me give you an account (written by another friend who endured the same thing) of what it was like to be "disciplined" there in an eerie-looking, little building called The White House: http://www.geocities.com/trampolineone/survive/srv077.htm Would you like to know why he was lashed? One time was for smarting off at some so-called "superior"--the other time was for simply not making good enough grades in school. Russell was well on the way to a journey of living on the side of the law that results in serving time in prison. On May 8, 2003, he was paroled and has not only managed to stay on the good side of the law since then but, also, to become a definite part of the solution instead of being part of the problem. Even before his release from prison, he was starting to do this in many ways. Life in a strange, large city with neither family nor friends can be a challenge for someone who has been used to being surrounded by a "family" of sorts plus other "safe" things such as definite schedules. Russell, to this day, lives in a single resident occupancy hotel--and had, at one time, returned to an empty, lonely room each night. Pets aren't allowed where he lives, so he didn't even have so much as a goldfish to keep him company. One day, he was going past The Salvation Army store when he felt this certain urge to go in there. When he went in, he found a large, stuffed dog on one of the shelves--a dog that was dusty and dirty. He felt led to buy this dog--and he took him back to his lonely room, which, suddenly, didn't seem quite so lonely as it once did. He named his new companion Rascal and gave him a very thorough shower--which, according to Russell, Rascal barely tolerated--and, then, after toweling off as much water as possible, put him in front of a fan to dry. Russell has since added other stuffed animals to his collection--some being ones he bought on his own, and others being gifts from people he got to know. He called them his furry family. Rascal is his very special pet, however, and they go to bed each night (and during any naps he might decide to take) snuggled together. Russell feels a certain kind of presence within Rascal that brings him to life--he has even left the room before and has returned to find out that Rascal has changed positions!--and that presence is a positive one. We both believe that one of Russell's guardian angels is communicating to Russell through Rascal. My dad passed away the same year that Russell and Rascal first got together, so I've come to suspect that he might have been assigned angel-duty to Russell--and just might be doing a little matchmaking! About three months before my dad passed away, he was telling me that I needed to find a husband. He knew that I was particular and wouldn't settle--that I wanted nothing less than what he and my mom had together! Both Russell and I aren't anywhere close to being ready to get married--and, while I can't think of anyone with whom I'd rather end up, it's too soon to say for sure that this is where this is leading. All I know is that my heart has blossomed like springtime during this short time I've gotten to know Russell! Anyway, that's our story! Have you ever sensed an angel presence animating an inanimate object? Please share your own story!