The breeze

Long long time ago, maybe in another life, I was walking on the streets of Cairo. It was a hot summer afternoon, and everything was still, no wind, nothing moving around. But all at once, I started to feel a refreshing soft breeze. I was looking around and to my surprise, I've seen an young man, and behind him a wonderful angel, his wings moving softly.
Later I ask my teacher why an angel spent his precious time just to take care to not be hot around that person. My master said:
- You know, an angelic gift, no matter how small, come when is needed the most.