Several years ago, my tire went flat while I was driving with my young son asleep in the backseat.
It was a heavily traveled road, so I pulled over.
I looked in my rearview mirror and saw that a man had pulled up behind me.
He offered to help.
As he installed the donut, we talked. He explained that he was from a long distance away.
His face was kind, his voice gentle. My son awoke, and I went to care for him. When I looked back, the man was gone.
Do angels walk the earth? I believe they do.