Guardian Angels—Everyone Has One

Even golden agers have guardian angels. My parents, in their sixties at the time of this story, were performing their annual journey from their home in Cleveland, Ohio, to mine in the northern part of Virginia.My father, for some unknown reason still, did not stop at the normal watering hole to fill up the gas tank and purchase any needed supplies (read snacks). My mom was somewhat concerned, but each time she brought up the state of their gas supply, my dad would simply say, “It’s okay.” Things went on this way for mile after mile until my father could no longer ignore the telltale blinking light that reads “low gas.” Finally deciding to turn off the highway, he was lucky enough to be able to coast down the off-ramp as the last of the gas disappeared. Meanwhile, my mom began saying her favorite prayer, the “Hail Mary,” hoping against hope that they would arrive somewhere safely.Once again, an angel must have been listening because the vehicle directly behind them pulled over, stopped, and asked if they needed gas. It seems the driver always kept a spare container of gas in his pickup truck. He poured his gas into my parents’ tank and then followed them to a gas station where they filled up his container as well as their car. My mom concluded the event by saying one more “thank you, Hail Mary,” and they were safely on their way, just as if the whole scenario had been planned .  Note: Do not try this at home.