The Day an Angel Appeared to Maxi Malone

From the journal of Marilou’s true stories…

The instant Darren and Marilou heard the rumble of her Olds Cutlass Supreme the car began to shift and roll.  Their eyes locked. It was one of those “oh no” moments.

Both were dismayed with the same torment. Please, not now. We are on the main street of town and traffic is bumper-to-bumper.

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Still, they couldn’t change reality and Darren eased the car off the road. As they snapped the seat belts and stepped from the car, they grinned ear-to-ear. It was a gas station. In the same breath they realized it was another catastrophe.

The station was abandoned, no longer open for business. The worst was yet to come.

Darren rushed to the rear of the car and opened the trunk. Another let-down. They forgot the jack was in his Dodge Ram pickup.

Before there was time for another thought a van zipped in behind the car. In spite of the situation Marilou had a brief flash of nostalgia. It was an old van, the kind they used to paint with flowers and peace signs.

An elderly man with sparkly blue eyes and a honey-flavored smile leaped from the front seat, “You folks need a hand?”

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Marilou swears they didn’t see him move as he pulled a hydraulic jack from the rear of the van. He changed the tire so fast they were still frozen in place.

“Don’t do that,” they heard as Darren reached for his wallet. The couple threw one another a sideways glance. How could he know, they were standing behind him.

His mission was complete and the youthful, tanned, gentleman placed the jack into their trunk … and disappeared. Poof, just like that he was gone.

The entire incident was like a flash of lightning; one of those times in life when you look around and wonder what the heck just happened. Marilou knew.

They had encountered an “Earthly Angel.” They look, talk and act like people only they are truly heaven sent. Marilou has always believed in them, known they were here. These angels are sent to help us in a time of need and desperation.

Darren and Marilou had recently received the news of his inoperable lung cancer; they could barely function. Within months her beloved husband was gone but…

The hydraulic jack now rests in the trunk of Marilou’s Chevy Impala.

 

May Your Glass Always Be Half Full
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About Maxi

Hi … I'm Maxi, a retiree with an addiction. I have quit: raising kids, cleaning house, cooking, doing laundry—there is no end the list—everything is done on "have to." The addiction? Writing to my last breath. blessings ~ maxi
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