Re: Friends Are God's Way Of Taking Care Of Us

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Dear ,

What a Amazing Story,Thank You,

Peace and Love

Lynn

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

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> - By an Anonymous Metro Denver Hospice Physician

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> 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. "

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