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 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...
"
My instructions were to pick four people that I wanted God to bless,
especially
for the months in 2005, and I picked you.
