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Many Christians believe that physical angels, in a sense of descending from heaven, do not appear anywhere on Earth anymore. However, many Atheists believe that angels just plain do not exist. Therefore, I attempt to address a much different idea of an angel.

Is one of the sole purposes of human beings meant to alleviate the pain of fellow humans?

I intend to approach the topic with the story of a single man, a professor of mine. His name has been changed in the story for identification and privacy purposes.

After being acquainted face-to-face with love at first sight, Pablo, a stereotypical Mexican boy, was determined to chase her to the ends of the Earth. For him, the ends of the Earth would be a nowhere town nesting Lee University in Tennessee. Upon discovering that the most beautiful girl he had ever seen had fled to Lee University to finish her education, he bellowed confidently (and somewhat sarcastically), "I do not know where Lee University is, but God is calling me there!" However, with four flat tires on his jeep, Pablo was not following anyone anywhere. With the price of tires rather high, he seemed rather destined to remain in Mexico. The only suggestion his parents could give him was, "Drive at night; avoid cops."
One regular Sunday, Pablo perched systematically in his favorite seat in his church's pews. One of his friends sitting next to him alerted, "There is a black man in the back of the church!" Perturbed, as his church was highly "Mexicanized," Pablo questioned, "What?" His friend repeated, "There is a black man in the back of the church!" Pablo glanced back to see a dark male patiently sitting in the last pew. He requested to his friend, "Go tell him that he is lost." After he had spoken with the man, who had retreated just outside, Pablo's friend returned and whispered, "He wants to see you outside." Assured that he had done something wrong to acquire the wrath of the man, Pablo rasped nervously, "If I am not back in ten minutes, check on me to make sure I am still alive!" Pablo, ready to duck and cover if needed, waddled outside to face the man. "I believe you need new tires to go to school," the man proclaimed. Still perturbed, Pablo only stared stupidly. After requesting him to hold his palm out, the man placed a $100 bill in his hand. Stuttering, Pablo attempted to explain that he could not take the money. As he stumbled over his words, the man continued to place $100 bills in his hand one-by-one until $400 lay in Pablo's open palm. The man merely declared "That should pay for the tires" before he left and was gone forever. Pablo constantly wondered if the man was an angel.
Roughly ten years later, after graduating Lee, marrying said love of his life, and returning to Lee as a professor, he began a program in which he would take donated money overseas to give money to the poorest of the poor. He had initially hoped for $10,000 in donations, but he received a generous $18,000. Upon arriving to a lowly village, he decided that the most effective way of distributing the money would be to give it to the first 180 poorest homes. Shortly after knocking on the door of the first house, an elderly woman appeared. He proclaimed, "My name is Pablo, and I am here to give you $100." Immediately, she began to sob. She collapsed to the dust and clutched at his feet, still weeping. Pablo exclaimed his initial response, "Crazy lady!" She explained, "I have been praying for many weeks. I have no food or supplies, and I will die if I cannot find money to pay for them. I have been praying for an angel." Pablo contemplated her words. He knew, obviously, that he was no angel, but he was an angel to the old woman as the black man was to him.

Angels in terms of winged creatures who bring peace are unnecessary if people themselves are able to carry each others' burdens to alleviate human suffrage.