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Some Stuff I Wrote and Some Stuff I Didn't (2011) H. Morris Williams

But, no, the first human angel, a retired woman living alone,
answered the door, listened to my story, and, miracle of

miracles, invited me inside to get out of the cold.

She then provided me with a phone and helped me call the

police. Then she helped me arrange a rental car so I could
drive home. She even made steaming hot coffee for me
while I waited, and wouldn’t take the money I offered her for
her help. An angel, indeed!

THE SECOND ANGEL

Remember that rental car I mentioned? Well, there was a
slight catch to that. The closest place I could rent a car that
time of night was at the Jacksonville International Airport,
some 45 minutes away.

I was about to call a taxi— and I was plenty worried about
the cost of such a long ride--when the second angel entered

my life. A man living nearby had somehow heard of my
predicament, got dressed, and offered to drive me, no
charge, to the airport.

Now I ask you. If you lived in Jacksonville, would you even
stop and talk to a total stranger in the late night hours, much
less invite him into your car for a dark ride over mostly empty

roads through some pretty desolate areas? Probably not, but
this angel did.

As we rode, I looked up at the stars on this clear and silent
night, and marveled at my good luck. Two angels in one
night! Star of Wonder, Star of Night, Star with Royal Beauty

Bright! Little did I know there was a third angel just ahead.

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