As it happened, Jmmanuel wasn't quite finished with his angel antics. 

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During the time my late husband and I were targeted we often didn't even have enough money for food, the cabal having financially bankrupted us. The only "escape" I had from the stress of being targeted were the weekly BINGO games I'd play.

Hubby didn't take too kindly to my spending this money every week and understandbly so - especially since I never seemed to win.

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Nonetheless, it was play my weekly BINGO game or lose my sanity altogether.

I should've guessed who Oliver actually was as whenever I asked him to show himself, I'd see a more realistic version of the Hummel statue above. Shepherd with a lamb...how I missed that one I'll never know. Even odder was the fact when I told my aunt about Oliver (not telling her what he looked like) she picked the same Hummel figurine out of her collection and gave it to me.

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One night I returned from BINGO and hubby rather sarcastically asked "So how much did you win this time?"

I pulled a wad of bills out of my pocket and started counting them out, $2800 worth.

I gave hubby half those winnings and from then on he encouraged me to go play BINGO, knowing I'd give him half of whatever I won.

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I'd discovered a secret. I'd read a book about angels that claimed you could ask for an angel to help you with anything and an angel would respond. WALLA! Oliver my BINGO angel appears on the scene. I never asked to win money. I merely asked Oliver to let me have fun. From that moment on, money began falling into my lap. I'd win over and over again.

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Our friends who owned a bar hosted a Packer party. They were raffling off a huge basket of Packer merchandise.

"Boy, I'd love to win that basket," hubby said. "But I stand no chance of winning since I only have one ticket in that drum."
The drum was 3/4's full of tickets. I asked Oliver to let hubby have fun.

"You're going to win the basket," I told him. He just laughed at me.

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Mike spun the drum to pull the winning ticket. "And the winner is...John Jackson!"

Hubby nearly fell of his chair. "How did you know I'd win?" he asked, shocked.
"I asked Oliver to let you have fun," I replied.

"Oliver? Who the hell is Oliver?"

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I explained to him about Oliver.

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"Do you think Oliver would help me have fun?" he asked.
"Dunno. You have to ask him. But don't ask for money, just ask him to let you have fun," I advised.

The next day we went to a friend's bar down the road from us to help him install some kitchen fans. When we'd finished John went to play one of the gambling machines. He whispered to me "I did what you said and just asked Oliver to let me have fun."

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He slid $5 into the machine and won $800. He slipped another $5 into a second machine and won $600. Oliver was his new bestie! Of course, we gave half of what we won to various charities to pay back Oliver's generosity.

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The following week I went to BINGO in St. Germain. A woman sat across from me, a group of rather wealthy players sat at the opposite end of our table. They were planning a trip to Vegas to gamble. They weren't hurting for money by the looks of it.

This woman noticed my Hummel statue and asked about it as prior to intermission I'd already won 4 games. "Is that your good luck charm?" she asked.
"I guess you could say it was." I told her about Oliver.

"Do you think Oliver would let me have fun?" she asked.
"I can ask him," I said.

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She was within one number of winning the next game we played.
"Well, thank Oliver for me," she said. "At least that time I got close!"
"That's not the game you're going to win," I told her. "You're going to win the next game."

She won the next game. She was stunned.

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The rich people at the other end of our table must've been eavesdropping because one really obnoxious lady among them came over, grabbed my Hummel figurine and rubbed its head like she expected a genie to pop out while demanding "Tell your angel to make me win so I have more money to gamble with in Vegas!"
 

This pissed me off. I told Oliver not to let her win, to let someone who needed the jackpot game winnings, win. I told her "You're not going to win the jackpot." Scanning the room, my eyes rested on an elderly gentleman several tables away. "He's going to win the jackpot," I told her.

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​And win the jackpot he did!

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I was on my way out when this gentleman stopped me. "That lady that was sitting with you told me about your angel. I just wanted to thank the both of you for letting me win. Today is my wife's birthday, she's in hospice and because of all the medical bills I didn't have any money to buy her a birthday gift," he explained.
I pulled my winnings out of my pocket and handed them to him. "Buy your wife a nice gift from Oliver and I," I instructed. The poor guy had tears in his eyes he was so grateful. But I was just doing what I knew Oliver would've wanted me to do.

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As for the obnoxious rich lady? She was yelling at the top of her lungs that I'd cheated at BINGO.
(How does one cheat at BINGO???)

Years later I asked Jmmnuel "You were Oliver my BINGO angel, weren't you?"
He smiled and said "BINGO!"