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Date Posted: 13:11:03 12/12/12 Wed
Author: Cathy F.
Subject: That was a great thing to do. Sometimes a little something means so much to another person!! Merry Christmas to you MJ!!
In reply to: mj 's message, "The gift of giving! A story: I had baked some apple, cranberry walnut loaves for several people in the community and gave them out last week before it gets too busy and crazy. Plus, with a Dutch husband, we celebrate 'Sinterklaas' as much as Christmas and it felt 'right' to give presents last week. inside" on 10:07:19 12/11/12 Tue


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[> I think you may be one of God's angels, mj. I received this in an email and it seems appropriate to share it here. Inside... -- Lee, 13:26:48 12/12/12 Wed [1]

"When Angels Are Busy"
12/09/2012

This was written by a Metro Denver Hospice Physician:

I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5:00, stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd., and the car started to choke and splutter and die - I barely managed to coast into a gas station, glad only that I wouldn't 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'd been overcome by sobs than that she'd 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 three 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 that 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 that I wasn't 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 two 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 two months ago and she hadn't been able to make ends meet. She knew that she wouldn't have money to pay rent Jan. 1, and finally, in desperation, had called her parents with whom she hadn't spoken in about five years. They lived in California and said that she could come live with them and try to get on her feet there. So she'd packed up everything she owned in the car. She'd told the kids that 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 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...God uses regular people.'


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[> [> That was beautiful, Lee! Thank you. -- mj <]:), 04:21:08 12/13/12 Thu [1]


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[> [> I'm crying.Thank you Lee. -- Laurence, 04:34:58 12/13/12 Thu [1]


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[> [> Fantastic and so true. We may truly be all the God some people ever see. -- mkim, 11:47:22 12/17/12 Mon [1]


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[> [> Wow, that was just powerful! -- Angela -- Mommy of 2 JAGLettes, 08:06:30 12/18/12 Tue [1]


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