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I was out very late one night, enjoying time with my parents, my step-brother, and his fiance.   On the way home, on the interstate, and in a notoriously bad section of town, I found myself having to pull over to the side of the road.  Flat tire.  This was years before I ever got my first cell phone.  I was in my 20's and newly married.  Hubby was at home, our apartment, about 15 miles down the road.  It was cold.  And there was no gas station in sight.  I was scared.  When a car pulled up behind me, my heart raced even faster.  I locked my doors.  A man got out of his vehicle and walked to my window.  I was praying like nobody's business.  I felt totally helpless.  Through the window, the man told me not to worry, that he would change my tire for me, and I wouldn't have to get out of the vehicle at all.  He started right to work on it.  He tried and tried to get the tire off.  It wasn't budging.  He worked for quite awhile.  Finally, he told me it just wasn't working, and through the window we both tried to figure out the next best move.  He could leave me there and try to get some help for me on down the interstate...or...I could come with him and he would take me there himself.  I really struggled with what to do.  I had prayed.  I was totally at the mercy of the Lord and this kind black man who had recognized my fear and my situation and was willing to do whatever made me most comfortable.  Now I would never recommend that any woman get into any stranger's car.  And I understand how awful this could have turned out.  But I chose to go with this man.  I was hoping and praying that the Lord had sent this patient helpful man to help me, as he certainly seemed to be.  I put my trust in the Lord, and put myself in this man's car.  We drove for 10 minutes straight down the interstate, with nothing appearing to be open anywhere.  I kept my hand on the passenger handle and watched for any slowing or deviating from the route.  He didn't judge me for it.  He talked about the Lord with me as he drove, surely trying to ease my fears.  As we approached my town, and still nothing appearing to be open, he offered to drive me the rest of the way home, since we were now only a few minutes away.  And I agreed to let him.  He got me home safely.  I asked thanked him very much for being so kind and helpful, and asked him to wait just a moment.  I would go up to my apartment and get him something, money, anything, to reward him for his kindness, and allow my husband the chance to thank him too.  But when my husband and I went back down to where he had been parked, he had already gone. 

Angel or just a very kind and helpful Christian man, I do not know.  But I thank the Lord so much for protecting me, comforting me, delivering me out of a scary and rather helpless situation, and bringing me safely home.  I will never forget it