We often encounter and interact with strangers on a daily basis. We usually don’t give much thought of really who they are or what their story maybe. We hear others’ stories of encounters with angels, but really never give much thought to ourselves having this experience. This particular day would change me forever.
I awoke this particular morning feeling rested and ready to start the day’s events. I noticed a strange calmness in the air as I was leaving for the 30 minute drive to the college I was attending. It was a warm, spring day in April. The sky was blue with a few clouds sporadically spread through out the sky.
Making it to school with a few minutes to spare, I sat outside on the brick wall taking in the peaceful morning with soft breeze blowing by. I concluded my classes for that day. Having a couple of ours before I had to be at work, I decided to return home.
I was driving down the highway, listening to the radio, thinking it was too nice a day to have to go to work. It was at this time that I would say the drama began to unfold. There was a lot of traffic and moving slowly- -almost at a standstill. I was in the middle lane trying to get over onto the far right lane, when an eighteen wheeler approached me on my right side. We rode along beside each other for a few minutes. I was signaling to get to the right lane when I heard a loud noise like a car had backfired. It was at this point that I started having a hard time steering my car. I managed to get my car over to the right lane and onto the shoulder of the road. I got out of my car to investigate the problem. Getting out of the car I noticed that my left front tie was flat. The only recourse I had at this time was to start walking to the nearest service station, which was at least on or two miles in the opposite direction from where I was traveling. I reached into my car and retrieved my pocketbook and keys. Locked the doors and started to walk.
I had walked but a few feet when a strange, yet calm feeling came over me. I looked up and noticed that the traffic had dissipated. The highway was deserted and not one vehicle was in sight. It was between twelve noon and one o’clock, around lunch time, on a Friday yet not one car was in sight. It was at this time I noticed an old brown rusty station wagon about one hundred feet from the back of my car. I had no idea where this car had come from. The driver’s side door opened and a young man I guessed to be in his mid to late twenties stepped out. I continued to walk in the same direction I had started. I did not feel frightened or uncomfortable with this person.
We were approximately ten feet away from each other when he spoke. He said “do you have a jack and a spare tire?” I was bewildered at this point and all I could say was “yes.” I could not understand why he would ask me that question. From the direction he was coming from, and as far back as he was, he could not have seen my flat tire. As he spoke, he continued to walk past me. Turning around I followed him back to my car to unlock my trunk. He reached in and retrieved my jack and spare tire, walked around the front of my care and he spoke again, saying “you need to get on the other side of the car; traffic is really bad this time of day.” It was at this time I looked all around me, the highway became congested as it was initially. The traffic seemed to reappear just the way it had disappeared. He worked on changing my tire for around ten minutes. Not saying a word. He finished with the tire, went back to the car put the jack and flat tire back in and closed the trunk. I told him that I really did appreciate what he had done. I asked him for his name and address so that could send him some money for his help. Shaking his head, “no” he said, “that is not necessary, I will follow you to your exit to make sure you make it okay.” Thanking him, I walked to the driver’s side of my car and got in. I got back into my car and looked into the rear view mirror to get one last look at this very strange, but hospitable stranger. I pulled onto the highway with the stranger close behind. I regained my senses and received my thought processes back.
I started thinking. How did this person know I had a flat tire, because it was not noticeable from his direction? How did he know where my exit was and why did he not acknowledge me when I asked him for his name and address? I continued to drive down the highway toward my exit looking in my rear view mirror again to see if the stranger was still behind me. It was then I received another surprise; the stranger had disappeared. This left another question, where did he go? From the point where we pulled onto the highway to where my exit was, there were no other exits for him to exit onto. I know he had not passed me. He just vanished.
I took my exit still pondering over everything that had happened. The whole situation left me trying to answer many questions. The only answer I could come up with was that this stranger was nothing less than an angel. I know my Lord has stated in his word in Hebrews 13:2 “Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.” After this incident I believe this verse more strongly than I had in the past. I am now more careful to pay closer attention to any strangers I may meet.