“We can all be angels to one another. We can choose to obey the still small stirring within, the little whisper that says, ‘Go. Ask. Reach out. Be an answer to someone’s plea. You have a part to play. Have faith.’ We can decide to risk that He is indeed there, watching, caring, cherishing us as we love and accept love. The world will be a better place for it. And wherever they are, the angels will dance.”
Joan Wester Anderson author
Angels Unaware
Joan Wester Anderson
JWA: Our son Tim went to work for the Defense Department. It was Christmas of 1983, and he was driving home with a couple of friends to spend his first Christmas as an adult with us. He was only 21.
Anybody that was here in 1983 remembers how cold it was—there were all the warnings about don’t go out, don’t be driving, don’t take out your garbage. But of course, the kids just laughed at us.
His car broke down—actually the engine froze—about 10 miles outside Fort Wayne, Ind. There was no place to go, no place to run, no lights. The two of them thought they would freeze to death.
It was 35 degrees below zero at the point when this happened, so your chance of living very long was not good. Then all of the sudden, there were these headlights right on their bumper. The guy got out of the truck and said, “Need a tow?”
Tim gave him the address of the place where they had dropped the third member of the group in Fort Wayne. [The tow truck driver] didn’t ask for directions; he just said fine and hitched them up like you would a wagon and drove them back to the street and around the cul-de-sac. The boys got out and went to the door. Tim said, “We need to borrow some money to pay the tow truck driver.” And the people said, “What tow truck?”
Tim was so astonished that he ran outside and saw the tracks coming around the cul-de-sac, but the tracks stopped in front of his car.
