…at least, I’m pretty sure he was an angel…
so there we were. my car smoking, my temperature meter reading VERY hot, and no idea what to do.
we wandered into the gas station; one of us on the phone, the other asking for help.
then, my angel appeared.
he was missing his front two teeth, but his heart made up for the lack.
he offered to look at my car, and we more than willingly obliged.
he predicted exactly what was wrong with it, and helped out with a few minor things that needed done.
we drove until Lil started smoking again and then dropped her off at a car repair place. (a Christian one, I might add.. I had no idea they were there)
all is well now, it was just her heat pump/tube thingy that came loose, but as for my angel? i have no idea who he was, and i’m pretty sure i never will. But to him, (and God) I will be forever grateful.
(me, Kandie, and “Lilly-Flagg Cowch” on the day I got “her”)