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July 2008 - Page 11
Pushed by an Angel
by Deb
This incident took place about 28 years ago around 1980 in San Bernardino County, Southern California. I was a single mom and my son and daughter were still babies. My parents lived in Alta Loma, about 30 minutes from my house in San Bernardino, and they had babysat the kids on this specific evening.
I drove out to their house very late (like 11:30 p.m.) to pick up the kids and was on my way back home in my old clunker car (it was one of those yellow "bumble bee" cars -- I don't remember the make). Anyway, among other maladies the poor old thing had, the gas gauge didn't work, and I had to guess when to put in gas.
Halfway home, the car started to putter, and I realized I was on empty. I pulled off the first offramp I could, and it just happened to be one that was slightly uphill. Almost at the top of the exit, my car died and there was absolutely nothing around except empty fields and and distant lights at a truck stop about 1/4 mile down the road. There were no other cars around me. It was pitch dark, other than my headlights. I remember I could hear crickets, and the babies were sound asleep in their car seats. I panicked because I couldn't think of what to do. Walking in the middle of nowhere with two kids on each hip after midnight was not going to work (besides they had their PJs on) and I couldn't (and wouldn't!) leave them in the car.
I put my head on the steering wheel while saying a short and panicky prayer. I hadn't even finished when I heard a few taps on my window. I looked up and a young, very clean-looking man about 21 or 22 years old stood at my window and motioned for me to roll down my window. I remember I was surprised, but I wasn't even the slightest bit afraid, even though I normally would have been terrified. He had on clean pants, a dressy shirt, and trimmed hair. He smelled slightly of soap. He didn't even ask me if I needed help, he just told me to put my car in neutral and he would push me over the slight hill down the road to the rest stop where I could get a couple dollars gas (back then when it was a couple dollars!).
I thanked him and followed his directions and the car started moving. I steered it toward the lights of the truck stop and turned around to yell "thank you" again to him. He was so nice! My car kept moving, but the man was nowhere in sight. I mean, this area was completely remote. There was absolutely nowhere he could have gone that quickly, even if there was somewhere to go.
My car continued to roll down to the truck stop. I don't even know where he came from to begin with (well, NOW I do!), but at the time I was so grateful to be in a lit area with people around. The kids didn't even wake up. I've always trusted in God to take care of us, but in relating that story many times to my children, who are now 30 and 32, they know for a fact that angels do exist and are sent to us if we just believe. I always thought it was so amazing that we were sent someone who I would trust instinctively without question (that area was definitely not a good one).
Since that incident, I've come to believe that we probably encounter angels all the time, and take for granted who they really are. I think they come in all shapes and sizes, young and old, sometimes when we least expect it.
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