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I backed the car up to the compressor so the right rear would be closer to it. A struggle with the air hose could be avoided. The compressor required .50 cents and my pockets were as empty as the
change box in the car. I had to go inside. There was a young mother struggling with 2 pre-schoolers also going inside.
As I got closer to them the tone in her voice seemed strained. She did not acknowledge or look up as I held the door for them.
I smiled as I thought children were wonderful as long as they belonged to someone else.
She went to the counter to pay in advance for her car out at the pump. She laid a dollar bill on the counter and carefully counted out a dollar and 37 cents in change in her hand. She said “pump 4, please”. It was obvious she was near tears.
I asked for change then handed the attendant 2 twenty dollar bills with the instructions to fill the car at pump 4.
She had put the gas nozzle in the filler neck and squeezed the handle so it would fill and stop at $2.37. She immediately
turned to attend her unruly children as I headed to the ATM machine to replenish the cash. As I waited behind
the gentleman in front of me I glanced up to see her still struggling with the children and the pump still pumping away.
With the ATM transaction complete, and the 5 twenty dollar bills folded up in my shirt pocket,
I went to the counter to retrieve any change left over from the 2 twenties.
The smiling attendant handed it over and I went out the door. I was surprised to see the young lady standing outside
the door. She asked if I was the man who paid for the gas.
Before she got an answer, she asked, “Why did you do that, you don’t even know me”. I finally spoke.
“I know more than you might think’’. You did need some help right now. Didn’t you?”
Her eyes widened as she looked at me very carefully. “Are you an Angel?” she asked.
My mischievous nature kicked in at that moment and I replied with a smile, “Do you think I am?”
I reached in the shirt pocket and separated two twenties from the others and the receipt without her noticing.
It was at that time I broke the divine moment with a warning, “Miss, do not forget to take the nozzle out of your car.”
“It would be a bad thing to drive away with it in your gas tank” She looked up and saw one of the children hanging
out of the car window. I dropped the two twenties in her bag through the open corner.
She bolted quickly toward her car and I continued back to my task feeling smug. The tire filled,
I drove straight out the driveway to the intersection. At the stoplight, I glanced over my shoulder to see the
young lady standing in the middle of the lot turning and looking in all directions, head on a swivel, looking
for something she did not find. I focused on the light and thought, “Well, was I an Angel today?”
In an instant the intersection filled suddenly with sunshine from a break in the clouds. Several people put their
hands up against the glare. For a moment no one moved at the green light.
Through the intersection, I put my wallet in my lap in order to put the ATM receipt and 3 twenties in the wallet.
It was a surprised to find one twenty and the receipt. I checked my lap to see if the other two had fallen. They had not.
The twenties were brand new and they had stuck together. The young mother had an unexplained $80.00 in her bag.
No doubt she will credit the Angel. There could be no other explanation. The Angel will get the credit. God will too in a round-a-bout way. I suppose I got a lesson in, How To Be An Angel, class 101. We have opportunities every day
to be an "Angel". Too many times we refuse to see or just walk on past. I think it just takes practice. It will be fun.