Re: Friens Are God's Way Of taking Care Of Us

[Guest guest]

I was moved to tears also when I read this. And I thought about all

the times we reprimand ourselves for the times we weren't there... " if

I had been there that wouldn't have happened, they wouldn't have been

hurt, they would still be alive " ... Yet we probably don't even have a

clue as to the times we've been somewhere just because we listened to

our intuition, or had a tugging on our heartstrings to turn this

corner...stop at this store...visit an old friend, and we've saved a

life or even changed the course of history. Dramatic thinking,

maybe...ya just never know.

Besides the obvious ones, we touch lives everyday. Some in dramatic

ways, some in more subtle ways. I know there have been people that

passed through my life, almost like a breeze, and they've been there

at the precise moment I needed something that they so freely gave. It

is so true...we are God's hands.

Hope you all are having a great weekend ~

Love to you all,

>

> that was so moving. I'm crying. To be where we are supposed

to be at the exact moment we are needed is truly a blessing.

> Mitakauye Oyasin

> T

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> Sent: Saturday, August 18, 2007 10:24 AM

> Subject: [] Friens Are God's Way Of taking Care Of Us

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> Friends are God's way of taking care of us.

>

> - By an Anonymous Metro Denver Hospice Physician

>

> Submitted by B-agom

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> 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 " 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 Mc'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...

>

> Psalms 55:22 " Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain

thee. He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved. "

>

>

>

> ©2006

>

[Guest guest]

that was so moving. I'm crying. To be where we are supposed to be at the exact moment we are needed is truly a blessing.

Mitakauye Oyasin

T

----- Original Message -----

From:

Sent: Saturday, August 18, 2007 10:24 AM

Subject: [] Friens Are God's Way Of taking Care Of Us

Friends are God's way of taking care of us.

- By an Anonymous Metro Denver Hospice Physician

Submitted by B-agom

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 " 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 Mc'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... Psalms 55:22 "Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee. He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved."

©2006