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was driving home from a meeting one afternoon at    desperation,  she  had  plucked  up
             about 5 p.m. I was stuck in traffic on the N1 North   the  courage  to  call  her  parents,
          Iand the car started to choke and splutter. I barely    with whom she had not spoken in
          managed to coast into an Ultra City just before Old     about  5  years.  They  lived  in
          Johannesburg Road. I was glad that I would not be       Limpopo.  They  said  she  could
          blocking traffic on the highway and would have a safe   come and live with them and try to
          spot to wait for a tow truck. The car's engine wouldn't   get on her feet again.
          even turn over when I tried to start it.                So she packed up everything she
          Before I could call for a tow truck, I saw a woman      owned in the car. She told the kids
          walking  out  of  the  building  and  it  looked  like  she   they  were  going  to  Limpopo  for
          slipped and fell against a petrol pump. So I got out to   Christmas, but not that they were
          see if she was okay. When I got there, it looked more   going to live there. I gave her some
          like she had been overcome by sobs than that she        money, a little hug and said a quick
          had fallen. She was a young woman who looked really     prayer  with  her  for  safety  on  the
          haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She drop-     road.
          ped something as I helped her up, and I picked it up to   As  I  was  walking  over  to  my  car,
          give it to her. It was 50c.                             she said, “So, are you like an angel
          At that moment, everything came into focus for me:      or  something?”  This  definitely
          The crying woman, an old beat up Volkswagen Beatle,     made  me  cry.  I  said,  “Sweetie,  at
          crammed full of stuff with three kids in the back seat,   this  time  of  the  year  angels  are
          and the petrol pump reading R10.00.                     really  busy,  so  sometimes  God
          I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help.     uses regular people.”
          She just kept saying, “I don't want my kids to see me   It was so incredible to be a part of
          crying.” So we stood on the other side of the pump      someone  else's  miracle.  And  of
          from her car. She said she was driving to Limpopo       course  you guessed it. When I got
          and that things were very hard for her right now. So I   into  my  car,  it  started  right  away
          asked, “And you were praying when I saw you?”           and got me home with no problem. I
          That  made  her  back  away  from  me  a  little,  but  I   thought I'd take it to the mechanic
          assured her that I was not a crazy person and said,     the next day to check, but as I had
          “He heard you, and He sent me.” I took out my petrol    suspected,  he
          card and gave it to the petrol attendant to use to pay   could  not  find
          for petrol and I asked him to fill up her car. And while it   any problem!
          was  filling,  I  walked  to  the  next  door  Steers  and   “ C a s t   y o u r
          bought 2 big bags of food, some gift vouchers for       cares  on  the
          more food and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food    Lord,  and  He
          to the kids in the car, who attacked it like wolves, and   w i l l   s u s t a i n
          we stood by the pump eating chips and talking a little.   you” Ps. 55:22a.
          She told me her name and that she lived in Bertrams.    [Hospice Physi-
          Her husband had left her two months ago and she had     c i a n ,   N O W,
          not  been  able  to  make  ends  meet.  She  knew  she   August/Sept.
          wouldn't  have  money  to  pay  the  rent.  Finally  in   2011].
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