Testimony received via email on December 28, 2005
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, crusing 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
               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.