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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., & the car started to choke & sputter & die. I barely managed to coast, cruising, into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking traffic & 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', & it looked like she slipped on some ice & 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, & 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), & the gas pump reading $4.95.
I asked her if she was okay & 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 & that things were very hard for her right now. So I asked, 'And you were praying?' That made her back a away from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy person & said, 'He heard you, & 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, & while it was fueling, walked to the next door McDonald's & bought 2 big bags of food, some gift certificates for more, & a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the kids in the car, who attacked it like wolves, & we stood by the pump eating fries & talking a little.
She told me her name, & that she lived in Kansas City Her boyfriend left two months ago & she had not been able to make ends meet. She knew she wouldn't have money to pay rent Jan 1, & finally in desperation called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about 5 years. They lived in California & said she could come live with them & 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 & 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 & 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.
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I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd., & the car started to choke & sputter & die. I barely managed to coast, cruising, into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking traffic & 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', & it looked like she slipped on some ice & 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, & 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), & the gas pump reading $4.95.
I asked her if she was okay & 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 & that things were very hard for her right now. So I asked, 'And you were praying?' That made her back a away from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy person & said, 'He heard you, & 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, & while it was fueling, walked to the next door McDonald's & bought 2 big bags of food, some gift certificates for more, & a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the kids in the car, who attacked it like wolves, & we stood by the pump eating fries & talking a little.
She told me her name, & that she lived in Kansas City Her boyfriend left two months ago & she had not been able to make ends meet. She knew she wouldn't have money to pay rent Jan 1, & finally in desperation called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about 5 years. They lived in California & said she could come live with them & 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 & 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 & 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.
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