Just over three years ago I ran this post for Christmas, it was a story I’d heard several times during our marriage, and the last of Michael’s writing to be published. It’s a lovely story and in this day and age of constant turmoil, divisions, political upheaval, with the news and much of entertainment consumed with the worst of us, this story reminds about the best of us. Please take a moment to read something that will uplift and put a smile on your face. Not a bad way to start the week.
Many years ago my late husband, Michael had an experience he could only describe as having seen an angel. He wrote the story of what happened which became part of a compilation of angel stories called Snow Angels ~ More Miracles and Messages. The lovely little book was published two weeks after he died, like his other works I prefer not to let this die with him so I reproduce it here to share with the world as he wanted ~ believers and unbelievers alike will enjoy this story of inexplicable heroism.
I’d like to thank Karen Tarlton for allowing me to use her lovely oil paintings for illustration. To see her other incredible work stop by her website karensfineart.com.
It was Christmas Eve, and I was driving home on a dark, rural highway when I came upon a wreck. A car was burning in the middle of the road, and I was apparently the first one on the scene of a collision that happened only moments before.
As I jumped out of my car, I could see a man lying on his back exactly in the center of the road. I ran up and checked for a pulse, but there was nothing. He had been thrown through his windshield and killed instantly.
The second car in the accident was partially blocking the road and had swung around sideways next to the burning vehicle. Inside, two badly injured teenage girls were trapped–pinned between their seat and the dashboard. There was no light except the flames from the other car and the beams from my headlights. I tried to get to the girls, but the doors were both jammed shut. I was relieved the see that the girls were conscious. They began praying and screaming for help as the flames moved closer.
After a couple of minutes, another car came along and stopped. Together, the other driver and I managed to smash out a window and reach the two trapped girls. We could talk to them and reach inside, but we could not get them free from beneath the dashboard.
A truck driver stopped and tried to put out the fire in the other car, but his small fire extinguisher soon ran out. More cars stopped, and more people came running to try to help, but it just seemed hopeless.
The flames from the second car were getting hotter by the second and even the tire irons and wrenches from the other drivers refused to budge the sealed car doors. Nothing we could do was helping, and it seemed clear that, within moments, we were going to be driven back by the heat and flames and that the trapped girls were going to burn to death.
Suddenly a hug black man stepped out of the darkness from a field at the side of the road. I mean this guy was BIG, maybe six foot six, with a massive neck and shaved head that glistened in the firelight. Despite the fact that it was near freezing and threatening to snow, he was barefoot and dressed only in a pair of faded bib overalls.
As the sight of the big stranger, everyone in the crowd sort of fell silent and stood back for a moment. Then, without saying a word, this huge guy just walked up to the wrecked car and literally ripped the driver’s side door off of its frame with his bare hands. A couple of people rushed in and within moments we had the two injured girls away from the car. In the process of getting them out, we discovered their unconscious parents on the floor in the back seat, where they had been hurled by the force of the collision. They too were rescued.
Within seconds of getting everyone out of the wreck, the burning car’s gas tank exploded and both vehicles were fully engulfed in flames. A fire truck and ambulance arrived from a nearby town along with the local sheriff’s deputy.
About then I looked around for the big barefoot hero who had saved four lives, but he was nowhere to be found. I assumed he had come from a nearby farmhouse, drawn by the flames and excitement, but the deputy taking the report informed me that there wasn’t a house of any kind within two miles of the spot where the accident occurred. He also claimed that he knew everyone in the sparsely populated area and would certainly be aware of anyone who fit the description of the huge bald-headed man that I had seen.
Who was the stranger who stepped out of the darkness on Christmas Eve? I never found out, even though I was curious enough to drive back to the area a few days later and ask around at the little country market where everyone came for groceries. They had heard the story and were as baffled as I was. “He must have been an angel,” said the little lady behind the counter. I think she was probably right.
Do you have an angel story? Tell me in the comments below.