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               Tuesday, December 10 2002 

Jon Kennedy, webmaster Encounters with angels

The following letter was received in response to last Friday's Touched By An Angel entry.

Hi Jon,

It's been a bit of a hectic week here, so I apologize for not seeing the post on angels in our lives. I noticed you mentioned that there haven't been any responses from people about angels being in their lives. I'd like to share my story with you of angels in my life. I know a lot of people won't respond because they are afraid that others will think they are "kooks" or whatever. Frankly, I think they are wrong.

Angels are in our lives every day; sometimes we don't notice them because they aren't obvious and other times they are so obvious that more than one person sees them. My encounter with angels was a number of years ago when my children were very small. My husband didn't like to make the long trip to Pa because of his health, and my brother Tim was getting married, so I decided to take the three little ones in my van and go myself. I had been doing it for a number of years already, so another trip was not a big deal.

We usually took the PA Turnpike to exit 12 or 11, because it was so well traveled I knew the State Police traveled it regularly and with the kids I wanted to make sure of that. If you are familiar with the Pike, you know where exit 16 is in Carlisle. Also, the next rest area on the westbound side is at Blue Mountain, which is two exits away; however, there is one on the eastbound side about three miles from the exit.

I was in my full-size Ford van with my children, doing the speed limit in the left lane when my right front tire blew out completely. Somehow (and I know it was God's hand in this), the van didn't roll over and I was able to get it over to the shoulder on the right side of the road. Now, the miracle in itself was first that this was through three lanes of traffic, the majority moving at at least 65 to 70 mph, and a lot of them 18-wheelers. But we got to the side safely. Needless to say, I was shaking. I still had enough presence of mind to know to get the kids out of the van, so I took out a blanket, put it in the grass on the side, with my 4-1/2-year-old twins and my baby daughter. I tried to keep an eye on them and had told the boys to watch their sister and stay on the blanket while Mommy fixed the van.

Thank God they listened to that. I went to the back of the van where the tire was attached and got it off the rack attachment. I had just taken out the jack from the inside of the van, while keeping an eye on the kids, and was trying to jack up the van, when a small red pick-up pulled up behind me. I know I should have been afraid then, but I wasn't. I have to say it was peaceful. The three guys who got out of the truck were not the most cleancut people, but they were clean, that much I can recall.

I don't recall much more about them other than one was a blonde, one brunette, and one had dark auburn hair and none had beards. They asked if I needed help, and when I said yes, they proceeded to change the tire for me. I kept an eye on them and on the kids, but it seemed like in no time at all, the tire was changed. When they were finished, I asked them if I owed them anything. They all said no, but to help out another if I saw they needed it. With that, they waited until I had the three kids back in the van and drove away.

Now I know I wasn't that far behind them and I wanted to thank them properly, so I tried to catch up. I knew they couldn't be more than a mile or so ahead, but even with doing a little more than the speed limit, I didn't see the truck, not even in the distance. I stopped at Blue Mountain, but they weren't there either. Now I know they could have gotten off at one or another exits than I did, and they could have been doing much more than the posted speed, but I don't think so. I honestly think that God sent His angels to help me there on the Pike. I know in my heart that He kept us safe as the tire blew, so why isn't it possible that He sent the angels as well.

—Mary Ann Losiewcz

Even if the helpers were not direct from heaven, such incidents raise a legitimate subtopic: Does God send us "human angels" to help in need? (Remembering that "angel" means "messenger," and in cases like this often, as Mary Ann says, the message is His peace.) I've had some similar encounters and plan to recount one or more tomorrow. Others are also invited to jump in.

—Webmaster Jon Kennedy

On-the-job dictionary

"I AM ADAPTABLE": I've changed jobs a lot.

"I AM ON THE GO": I'm never at my desk.

"I'M HIGHLY MOTIVATED TO SUCCEED": The minute I find a better job, I'm outta here.

—Sent by Mike Harrison

Thought for today

I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.

—Sent by Gary Carney

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