angel wings
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 , 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 called her parents, with whom she had not spok en 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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What a touching story! I especially liked it when the doctor’s car was suddenly okay!
Miracles do happen – I’m glad it worked out for both of them.
This reminds me of what happened in my own family. My daughter Mandy, used to play soccer (football) on a women’s team. One night, she told us she was off to play a night match in Almonte, a small country village about a 45 minute drive away from us.
She set off but 5 minutes later she was back “Mum, my Toyota is making funny noises, and I don’t trust it to get me to Almonte and back. Can I borrow your car?
I drove a big Caprice Classic auto, and I told her of course she could borrow it, and handed her the keys.
At around 10.30 p.m. I received a very disturbing phone call. “Mrs. W?” asked a woman’s voice I’d never heard before. “Your daughter Mandy has had an accident.” Then the line went dead!
We were dumb struck – what to do? Where had the accident happened? How as she?” Then the phone rang again. Same woman. “Mandy hit a deer,” and once again the line went dead.
We were very frightened and concerned. Just as we were about to get into our other car and go looking for her, the phone rang again. This time it was Mandy herself calling. “Mum, I hit a deer,” she said sobbing. “I’m sorry, I damaged your car.”
“Oh for goodness sake, that doesn’t matter,” I told her. “Are you alright?” She assured me she hadn’t been injured.
We got the details later. The phone calls had been made by a woman passerby whose cell phone’s battery kept dying out, which is why she only managed to say a few words at a time.
Mandy was returning from her soccer match when a deer darted out in front of the car. She hit it on the passenger fender of my car, sending it hurtling through the air, onto the opposite side of the road, where it crashed through the windscreen of an oncoming car. The driver (a man) was slightly injured, mostly cuts from the glass of his windshield, but had been taken off to hospital to make sure he had no other injuries.
Now folks, Mandy’s car was a small Toyota. Had she hit the deer with it, chances are she could’ve been either seriously injured or worse. Because she was driving MY big powerful Caprice Classic, hitting a deer with full impact resulted in … a dented fender
My husband (who’s an expert with the mechanics of cars and everything with a motor in it) got into \Mandy’s car, and drove it around, trying to determine what had caused the “funny noises.” He found absolutely nothing wrong with it and it ran faultlessly until she ultimately sold it.
Yes indeed, miracles do happen.
Really nice. And I sometimes wonder how many times it takes for God to drop a brick on our heads to just let us know how very much He loves and cares for each and every one of us; rich poor, smart dumb, fat skinny, etc etc, it’s amazing. And so many people have these similar stories to tell! I was pastoring a small country church and one member’s daughter went off the road into a ditch and the car overturned, pinning her inside with water rushing in to the car. In the frenzy of trying to get out/loose she saw some headlights shining toward her car, and a man came and just “took her out” …she didn’t remember the door opening, or anything, just that she was standing next to the ditch looking at her car and the person was vanished, never saw him again. I heard that from her own mouth. I believe it.
Wow Paul, that is truly a miracle!
That was beautiful and heart warming. I believe you were her Christmas Angle. Thank You for sharing such a wonderful story
Very nice read..thank you.