I just wanted to share this my friends
Friends are God's way of taking care of us.'
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., and the car started to choke and
splutter and die - I barely managed to coast 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, wh en 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...
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., and the car started to choke and
splutter and die - I barely managed to coast 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, wh en 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...
