>> 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. >>
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