I believe I met an angel or saint

[This is an old post where I was telling about a paranormal experience. This was written about five years ago, so the experience is about ten years old.]

About five years ago after a loved one’s death I believe I met an angel. I’m not sure but what else could she had been. There was no halo, wings nor illuminating light to tell me what…

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About five years ago after a loved one’s death I believe I met an angel. I’m not sure but what else could she have been. There was no halo, wings nor illuminating light to tell me what she was.

Angel bursting on the scene

Shortly after a pet incident I decided to move north. My kids and I had been traveling all day. We were all very tired, so I stopped at a rest stop to eat and rest for a little while. I got the car out to go the restroom and when I came out a woman was standing near the exit door smiling kindly at me. I looked behind myself to see who was she smiling at because I was certain it shouldn’t had been me.

I walked toward the glass door, but became very leery when she called me by my name. The fact she knew my name scared me a little. I had never seen her before in my life. So I wondered how did she know my name?  I tried to side step her and continue my way, but she called my name a second time and that really freaked me out.

No, this is not a fictional story, this actually happened.

We had traveled a very long way and was about to enter a deeper part of the Midwestern section of the country. We had already ran into some minor snow storms as we headed East but I plowed right through them.

As I tried to push the door open she grabbed my arm and told me to please get a room and wait the storm out. I had no money for that. Gas prices were stellar back then. So I thanked her for the advice and stepped around her and went back to my car and locked the door. It was late at night, it was freezing, we were right outside of Detroit, Michigan so anyone ever spend time in Michigan in the winter knows how cold it can get.

I watched her for a few minutes. I didn’t see any other car in the parking lot near the building so I assumed she arrived in one of the 18 wheelers parked behind us. After a while I stopped looking at her standing outside the building in the frigid weather watching us, for I didn’t want her to come to the car. I didn’t take my eyes off her but a few minutes later she was right outside my window lightly tapping on the glass, I pressed the button and slid the window down a peek, she asked may she ride with us? I concluded I must had drifted off to sleep and missed her approaching the car.

I told her I don’t pick up strangers. She said OK, I let the window back up, but she patiently stood outside my door and refused to leave me alone. I was too tired to pull off and seek another spot or rest stop, plus, I had no idea where the nearest rest stop was.

Usually intuition goes off when someone is that close to my car so late in the night, but oddly, I felt safe around her. Seeing that she wasn’t going to leave I told her to get in before she freeze to death out there. I unlocked the car and let her in the back seat. Snow flakes started getting thicker. She recommended we go to a hotel up the road a bit. I told her to get out, she begged to please me to do as she say. Vowing she meant us no harm. This behavior was so out of my character that I didn’t know what to make of it. I followed her suggestion.

She was right there was a nice place right down the road. She paid for the room and ordered food. What delivery place she found at that hour? I don’t know. I was not familiar with the area. Her generosity unnerved me so finally, I had to ask her what did she really want? How did she get to the stop at 1:00 A.M.? She said she walked to the rest stop and she didn’t want anything.  All she wanted was us to be safe.

The storm lasted three days. A white out blizzard buried the area. So she was right. A storm was coming.

A major ice and snow storm hit the area. Many people were stranded and several accidents happened on the same road we were traveling. So, I’m glad she did warn me about that.

To make a long story short she rode all the way from Michigan to New York with us. When we entered Pennsylvania she said she wanted me to meet someone. I thinks to myself. “So now, the real reason you’re helping me is finally coming out.”
But having no money I had no choice but go where she directed me. We arrived at a woman’s house who was equally as kind as her. The woman whose house she took us to later became one of  my best friends. She invited us in with no questions asked. She kindly thanked the rest stop woman for bringing us to her. The rest stop woman who said her name was Sarah, replied. “No problem.” As we removed our coats and heavy outerwear Sarah disappeared, she was there one moment and gone the next. The door didn’t open, so how did she leave? How did she get out of the house?

I asked our hostess why were they being so nice to me and my kids? She replied because God told them to be nice. I will call my hostess Marlene. I asked her where did Sarah go? She said, “Back to the highway. Sarah is an angel.” I was speechless. I can’t say I don’t believe in them but never gave it much thought.

Well, as you can guess I was completely floored. I thought they both were crazy. I spend the next three days trying to find this “Sarah”. I searched the internet for stories like mine near that area, but found none. I called the hotel we spent three days in and they swore no one was in that room during the blizzard. I told them yes there were someone in the room. We were in the room. The woman I described checking us in according to them there was no desk clerk meeting her description. That no one meeting my description of Sarah checked in that room. I described my car. They said yes, they saw it, but they thought I was a guest of one of their customers.

We lived with Marlene for two years and I see her every other day now. But she still sticks to her account that Sarah was an angel, I know Marlene is a saint. Who else would take in total strangers and treat them like family. So if saints are real I guess angels are too.

This isn’t the end of this story, I wasn’t aware my engine block had frozen and bust along with many other problems. The next day after we arrived at Marlene’s my car wouldn’t start so I took it to a mechanic, a friend of hers. She said he would fix it for free. But when he looked at it he told me there was no way this car should’ve traveled over 3,000 miles. I told him it did.

“You don’t have anything needed to make a car go forward.”

His diagnosis unnerved me. I told him I wanted a second opinion. He wasn’t offended, he towed the car to another garage. I was given the same diagnosis. But lo and behold, the three got together and got me a newer car.

So as I’ve known evil people and I mean people who are pure evil. But there are still a lot of good people left in the world. These people encourages and supports me in my writings. They don’t know rich people, they don’t have degrees to accredit their common sense knowledge. But what they do have is the love of God in their hearts. Marlene always tell me to write in truth; don’t sugar coat things. That the bible is really quite scary if you truly look at it for what God is really saying and don’t omit the parts you don’t want to hear.
So I’m leaving it up to the readers to decide what Sarah really was. I’m not trying to convince anyone of anything religious or rather or not angels are real. I’m merely telling what I encountered.

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No, I don’t recommend picking up strangers. This was so very out of character for me. Years, later, I went back. I had to go back to this place to make sure it was real. It existed, and was not easy to find if you are not from the area, but I’m positive we waited out a storm there.