> 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. Walter Wood United TV Service 501 Poplar St. P.O. box 602 Pulaski Tn. 38478 mailto:wwood_38478@xxxxxxxxx ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- This Email List is Public. 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