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Tuesday, September 18, 2007

An Angel?

This story was passed to me. I now share it with you.

I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in traffic on a major street, and my car started to choke and sputter and died.

I barely managed to coast, cruising, into a gas station, glad only that I would out of traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck. The engine refused to respond to my attempts to restart it.

Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking out of the "quickie mart" building, and it looked like she slipped on some ice and fell into a gas pump! So
I got out to see if she was okay. When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than that she had fallen. She was a young woman who looked really haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up,
and I picked it up to give it to her. It was a nickel.

At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in a car seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95. I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just kept saying "I don't want my kids to see me crying," so we stood on the other side of the pump from her car. She said she was driving to California and that things were very hard for her right now.

So, I asked, "And you were praying?" That made her back away from me a little, but I assured her I was quite sane and said, "He heard you, and He sent me."

I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump so she could fill up her car completely, and while it was fueling walked to the McDonald's next door and bought 2 big bags of food, some gift certificates for more, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the kids in the car who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump eating fries and talking a little.

She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City. Her boyfriend left 2 months ago and she had been unable to make ends meet. She knew she would be short money to pay the rent on the 1st. Finally, in desperation, she had called her parents. It had been about 5 years since she had spoken with them. They lived in California and said she could come live with them and try to get on her feet there.

So. she packed up everything she owned in the car. She told the kids they were going to California for vacation, instead of telling them they were going to live there.

I gave her a little hug and said a quick prayer with her for safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, "So, are you like an angel or something?"

This definitely touched me. I said, "Sweetie, there are times when angels are really busy God uses regular people."

It was so incredible to be a part of someone else's miracle. Of course, you guessed it, when I got in my car it started right away and got me home problem free. I'll put it in the shop tomorrow for a check, but I suspect the mechanic will find everything is fine.

Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the flutter of their wings.

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