Hebrews 13:2---Be not
forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels
unawares.
The
following story appeared in the newsletter "Our America":
Dodie
Gadient, a schoolteacher for thirteen years, decided to travel across America
and see the sights she had taught about.
Traveling
alone in a truck with camper in tow, she launched out.
One
afternoon rounding a curve on I-5 near Sacramento in rush-hour traffic, a water
pump blew on her truck.
She was
tired, exasperated, scared, and alone. In spite of the traffic jam she caused,
no one seemed interested in helping.
Leaning up
against the trailer, she prayed, "Please God, send me an angel...
preferably one with mechanical experience."
Within four
minutes, a huge Harley drove up, ridden by an enormous man sporting long black
hair, a beard, and tattooed arms.
With an
incredible air of confidence, he jumped off and, without even glancing at
Dodie, went to work on the truck.
Within
another few minutes, he flagged down a larger truck, attached a tow chain to
the frame of the disabled Chevy, and whisked the whole 56 foot rig off the
freeway onto a side street, where he calmly continued to work on the water
pump.
The
intimidated schoolteacher was too dumbfounded to talk.
Especially
when she read the paralyzing words on the back of his leather jacket:
"Hell's Angels - California."
As he
finished the task, she finally got up the courage to say, "Thanks so
much," and carry on a brief conversation.
Noticing her
surprise at the whole ordeal, he looked her straight in the eye and mumbled,
"Don't judge a book by its cover.
You may not
know who you're talking to."
With that,
he smiled, closed the hood of the truck, and straddled his Harley.
With a wave,
he was gone as fast as he had appeared.
Given half a
chance, people often crawl out of the boxes into which we've relegated them.
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