Do You Believe in Angels?
This is one of the very first articles I had ever written. It was for a friend of mine. But then, I sent the article and it was published in the Kalamazoo gazette in April. It is of course about a woman, or call her an angel – some one who helped me one day in the middle of a busy road out of nowhere.
It was a usual fall morning in Kalamazoo, a small city in Michigan. The clouds were dark and the wind was freezing and it was going to snow soon. The first snow of the season always brought a lot of excitement. I have lived almost a year now in this small university town but still everything was new around me.
This morning, I had to go to an old woman’s house to help her. I called her Ruth aunty. She was old and wise, loving and caring for everyone in the community. I am a house-wife and my husband was a student in the university. I had to drive to her house as my husband was out of town for some work. As I was driving, I had to drive up-hill on the main road of the city. The roads were not very busy yet and everything around also looked calm and beautiful. And in that instance my car suddenly stopped.
I was dumbfounded for few seconds. It was a sudden shock for me. Next, I realized my car was slipping down. At once I pulled my emergency breaks and I came out of my car. I was in a totally frantic situation. I tried calling few friends but there was no answer. There were a few cars passing by at that time but I seemed to see no one around me except my car. I was terrified at the thought of dealing with a police and getting a ticket for having my car in the middle of the road.
Just that moment, a big white van stopped, a lady parked her car and came to me. She asked me what happened and told me that she would bring her Van right behind my car and with a gentle push we can drag my car around in the corner. I knew no other way. I listened to her instructions and we parked the car on the sideways. It was a great relief; I just said thank you and the lady took off.
After some time when I was normal, I thought I’ll ring up the lady and thank her heartily, tell her how I felt, how scared I was, how she rescued me, how I would have panicked if nobody would have come. But I realized I did not ask her name nor did I take her address or phone number.
I could never thank her in person, never saw her or met her again. We moved out of Kalamazoo as life went on….but let’s hope that she can also read this story just as you are reading it. But yes she was my angel. And I guess, may be angels do not have names.
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