A very nice story

[Guest guest]

" Friends are God's way of taking care of us "

 

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 ayoung 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

toCalifornia 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 withno 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

 

shall never suffer the righteous to be moved. "