When traveling Angels are busy....

[Jrdouglas24]

Sent to me in an e-mail!

(This was written by a Hospice of Metro Denver physician.)

I just had one of the most amazing experiences of my life, and wanted to
share it with my family and dearest friends:

I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in traffic on
Colorado Blvd., and the car started to choke and splutter and die - I barely
managed to coast,
cursing, into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck.
It wouldn't even turn over.

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 not a crazy person 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 next door McDonald's 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 not been able to make ends meet. She knew she wouldn't have money to pay rent Jan 1, and finally in desperation had
finally called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about 5 years.

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 Christmas, but not that they were going to live there. I gave her my gloves, 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
made me cry. I said, "Sweetie, at this time of year angels are really
busy, so sometimes God uses regular people." It was so incredible to be a part
of someone else's miracle. And of course, you guessed it, when I got in my
car it started right away and got me home with no problem. I'll put it in the shop tomorrow to check, but I suspect the mechanic won't find anything wrong. Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the flutter of their wings...

[diamondtim]

That's cool. was this you?

[Kitosho]

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That's cool. was this you?

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[Jrdouglas24]

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That's cool. was this you?

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Yea, it was sent to me by a friend. I'm not sure who this really happened to but I thought it was cool.