This story was in my email this morning, I just wanted to share...
'Friends are God's way of taking care of us.'
This was written by a Metro Denver Hospice Physician:
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 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, wh en 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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