A powerful story from 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. The engine 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 spoken in about 5
years. They lived in California and they said that she could come to live with
them and try to get on her feet out 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....
Psalms 55:22 'Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall
sustain thee. He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.'
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