Your True Tales
November 2007 - Page 24
An Angel Helps
by Laura
I once read somewhere that "angels" have the bluest eyes you've ever seen. Almost crystal-like. I'm not sure if this is true, but I definitely feel like I met one. It was around March of 1998. I live in a small town of Pictou County in Nova Scotia, Canada. I was 18 years old and happily celebrating with friends; how close we were to our high school graduation. It's a tradition for every grad class to get up early one morning, all meet, and go to our teachers' houses, where they would cook us breakfast.
My friends "Sara" and "Jess" came to pick me up early in the morning. (Around 6 a.m.) It was cold but clear and there was quite a bit of snow on the ground. We decided we would stop and get a coffee, maybe go for a short drive before we were to meet up with our other classmates. Sara said she wanted to take a minute to go visit the grave of her brother, who, sadly, passed away about a year and a half before.
We drove to the cemetery where his grave was located. It was on a pretty isolated road, and up a steep hill. We slowly drove up the hill and stopped just near the top. Sara got out and went over to her brother's grave for a few minutes, while Jess and I sat in the car and waited. Sara came back to the car and said it was time to go. Thanking us for coming there with her, she started the car and put it in reverse so that she could turn the car and head back down the hill. The wheels just spun in place. We were stuck. So I got out of the car, told her to put it in drive, while I tried to push is from behind. No luck. We weren't going anywhere.
Sara and Jess got out of the car. Sara was panicked because apparently her parents would've been mad had they known where we were. Not only that, we were all alone. The nearest house was a far distance away, and it was so early in the morning no one was around to help us. Sara walked over to her brother's grave and said, "Ricky, please help us!" Jess and I just kind of looked at each other.
Then out of nowhere, a man with shoulder-length blond hair and crystal-blue eyes was standing next to us. Sara looked at the man and said, "My car is stuck and we can't get it to move..." The man looked at us and quietly said, "I know." With the three of us still standing there, he got into the car, started it and within a few seconds he had put the car in reverse (which didn't work for us) and turned the car around completely. With no help from us at all. The tires didn't spin at all. It was like the car was on regular pavement, not a snow packed, icy, dirt road. With the car turned and heading in the right direction, he got out and proceeded to walk to the back of the car. Sara enthusiastically said thank you. All he said was, "You asked for help, so I came." And that was it.
We got back in the car and sat there for a moment. No one said anything. We looked behind the car and the man was gone. The strange thing about all of this was, there were no footprint tracks leading away from the car at the back. And he certainly didn't go in front of us. As we drove down the hill, which is where we assumed he had walked up, again no footprints in the snow. This experience was one that I'll never forget. And I truly believe that when we need and ask for help, someone is listening, even if you can't physically see them.
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