Mario Gonzales owns a home improvement company and with Christmas 
approaching, business had dropped off slightly.  People were not 
improving their homes unless they absolutely had to do it.  Simone 
and Alfred Arcuri had no choice---their roof was leaking and the 
winter in Staten Island, New York, could be intense.  Mario did the 
job for them, and then something moved him to give them an early 
Christmas gift.  "They were a nice couple," he recalls, "warm and 
kind.  There was just something about them..."  So he charged them 
half of what the job actually cost.  The Arcuris were astonished and 
grateful; in fact, the two men kept in touch and eventually became friends.

One day Mario's wife Carol and her mother decided to take Carol's 
two-year-old daughter Kayla, and run errands.  Kayla was extremely 
active, but she usually behaved well in her car seat.  Besides, 
Carol's mother would be sitting in the back right next to the toddler.

Kayla was well behaved, and the women ticked off their to-do 
list.  At one point, they left one mall and  drove to another busy 
shopping center a few blocks away.  Carol got into the left-hand turn 
lane, and waited for the three lanes of traffic to pass her so she 
could turn into the parking lot.  As she began to turn, her mother 
suddenly screamed.  "Carol!  Stop the car!  Stop the car!"

Instinctively Carol looked out her rear view mirror, and her heart 
seemed to stop.  The back rear passenger door was open, and Kayla was 
rolling across the street.  She had somehow unlatched the belt of her 
car seat, and unlocked the back door of the car.  Rolling several 
times, she came to a stop in the middle of the busy 
highway.  Screaming, she got up in a daze.  Carol was screaming 
too.  Cars whizzed by her as she tried to run to her daughter.  It 
was a matter of seconds, she felt, before drivers would hit one or 
both of them.

Suddenly Carol saw the door of the car behind her open.  A woman 
quickly got out.  Kayla was closer to her---but surely she wasn't 
going to risk her own life...   But the woman did just that.  As 
Carol watched in horror, the stranger approached Kayla, stooped down, 
and held out her arms.  Still crying, Kayla toddled towards her 
across a line of traffic.  Quickly the woman snatched the toddler, 
dashed to Carol, and placed Kayla in her arms.  Cars continued to 
honk and both women ran to their cars and merged into traffic.  "She 
was like an angel," Carol recalls.  "All of a sudden she was there, 
and then she was gone."

Carol took her daughter to a nearby hospital, where Kayla was found 
to have skinned knees and a severe road burn on her cheek---injuries 
that would heal within a short time.  Carol's gratitude was so 
intense that she wept every time she tried to explain what had 
happened.  The empty back seat, the screams, the sight of her 
daughter rolling across the pavement kept her up for several nights. 
"I felt so guilty, of course.  How could I have let such a thing 
happen?  And I longed to meet the woman who had rescued Kayla," she 
says.  "I wanted to try to tell her how much it meant to us 
all."  But in the chaos, all she could remember was that the woman 
had blonde hair and drove a white four-door car.  Carol decided to 
call the police, and later even alerted the local newspaper.  For 
awhile, it looked as if nothing would happen.

And then a few days later, she received a phone call. It was her 
rescuer!  Carol wasted no time in inviting the woman over, and when 
she arrived, little Kayla met her with an armload of roses.  As it 
turned out, the woman was a nurse who used to work in the hospital's 
neo-natal unit, and was now the school nurse at a Lutheran 
school.  She had been on her lunch break when she'd seen what 
happened in the car in front of her.  "Anyone would have done it," 
she protested when Carol tried to thank her.   "It was just a 
motherly instinct."

But the most significant part of the story had not yet played 
out.  For eventually, when Carol remembered to ask the woman's name 
that afternoon, it sounded familiar.  Shocked, both women realized 
that the rescuer was Simone Arcuri, the woman who Carol's husband had 
charged half price for his roofing job several months 
earlier.  Although the men saw each other occasionally, their wives 
had never met. When Mario realized the coincidence, he nearly broke down too.

Simone's husband wasn't at all surprised at his wife's 
heroism.  "She's been an angel for our 27 years of marriage," he 
pointed out.  "That's just who she is."

Was the gift of Kayla's safety connected to the Christmas gift of a 
new roof? We'll probably never know. But what goes around does comes 
around. In this coming year, let's sow kindness, not only to reap 
kindness for ourselves, but to make the world a better place.  Won't 
the angels be happy about that?
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Copyright 2009 by Joan Wester Anderson. Published by Joan Wester 
Anderson, P.O. Box 127, Prospect Heights, IL 60070. For more stories 
of God's love, check the blog at http://www.joanwanderson.com.



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