It was going to be a big day in more ways than one. My daughter was going to take my granddaughter to the small southern Quaker college she had been accepted to. Oh, there was the usual problem of scraping up the last few pennies for tuition, but that morning my daughter tried to start her car and discovered she needed a new battery. That required a little later start.
Then, in the middle of the night they had to pull off the highway with what turned out to be a flat tire. It was pitch black, although crickets could be heard singing in the forrest. One car passed and didn’t slow down. Several minutes later the same car appeared, and pulled over. It was the angel, on her way to her house 10 minutes away. Sizing up the situation (my granddaughter probably in tears), the angel phoned her husband who was fast asleep in bed.
I guess two angels were involved, not one, since he arrived without complaint and changed the tire. My crew arrived at their motel at 4 a.m., but in time for the next day’s college entry.