I wanted to tell you a couple of recent experiences of mine. Let me just preface that I am an incredibly lucky person, or maybe, just maybe, I have angels in high places taking care of me. I do have plenty of bad things happen, but I always come out ok in the end. When people help me, in an exceptional way, I consider them “earth angels”. But how does one know for sure that this person really exists? Whatever the case, they are angels just the same.
I was about to tell you a few stories in regards to me, but it just occurred to me that there’s one more story I should add. And so, since it was so long ago, I’m going to begin with a story that really isn’t mine to tell…..
When I was a teenager, I had a wonderful boyfriend. He was beyond handsome, part French, and a great story teller. But that didn’t make this story un-true. He was also a person I would say that was blessed with luck. When I was with him, uncanny coincidences would happen, and I would swear he was the luckiest person I knew. In fact, he even called himself “the luckiest man in the world”, though he was still really just a boy at that time. A boy nonetheless, seconds away from growing into a man, a very charming man, that is.
One night, my boyfriend and his friend were on a long drive…. They drove each weekend to see my girlfriend and I. Yes, my best girlfriend was dating his best friend. It’s almost straight out of an old-time flick, only this one is real and isn’t starring Cybill Shepherd. After seeing us, they were off again on their hour and a half drive back to Vacaville CA.
While driving in Sacramento, about an hour out of the small town where I lived, they began experiencing car trouble. In a car I would say was a real clunker, with oodles of miles, worn tires, and a general sense that it could break down any minute, the car did what was expected, it broke down, but in the worst of locations. Since he was in H.S., it was a car just the same, something to be proud that you had, and he was willing to drive it until it puckered out.
At the time, the two of these boys were going over a massive bridge, the kind that diesel trucks gained higher speeds than this car could. I don’t know the full details, but I remember it was dangerous. My boyfriend told my family and I this story, hands flailing about, and something about a diesel truck and almost getting run off the bridge. It was terribly late at night and they didn’t know what to do. They somehow got themselves off this bridge by foot, on a bridge without a foot path, and looked for help. No AAA, no cell phones, (they weren’t invented yet!), they were on their own. And out of nowhere, they met an old bum. That’s right, a bum. And the bum asked if he could help them. They told the bum about their car, and about how it broke down, in great detail. By the story alone, of how the car acted, the bum made a suggestion. I know it had something to do with the stick shift and how it was no longer working, etc. I know nothing about cars so I do apologize now for having a story with holes in it. But I am doing the best I can.
The bum, after hearing the story, told these two boys that they needed a bolt. A bolt had come off the car, he explained, something with the stick shift and if they got a bolt that fit just right, they’d be on their merry way. Confused but intrigued, they kept listening. The bum then told them to check behind a sign that was way off in the distance. They were definitely confused at this point, how this bum knew that a bolt on some sign way off in the distance was going to fix their car, but they didn’t have any better options, so they did what the bum said.
I wish I knew what the sign said…because it seems like that could be an important part of the story, but I don’t. The bum had told them to go behind the sign and unscrew one of the bolts. And so they did. It came off easily, just as he said it would. When they returned, ready to thank the bum for the hopeful bolt in their hand, the bum had disappeared.
They walked back to the car and sure enough, the bold fit like a glove on whatever it was, and voila! The car could now be driven!
When they told my family this story later, they were both convinced that this man was a real angel. They had worried they were going to get hit on that bridge or that they were going to be stranded for a long while, in a dangerous part of town. So they believed with all their heart that this was one of their angels, come to help them out in a time of need. And the rest of us, the listeners, felt goose bumps as the story was told and thankful that if this was an angel that he was there to help these boys get home safe that night.
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