I received this today and thought I would pass it on. You may have heard it.
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 sputter 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...
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