Sometimes Angels Fly Close

I just received this in my inbox and wanted to share it before I turned in for the night...
A very Good Night... to all of the Angels in my Life!
Psalm 55:22
--- you really need to read this '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 ,
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 m e: 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 o n 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 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...