I met an angel the other day… they weren’t as I’d imagined.
It happened on a garage forecourt.
To give you the background, due to both our kids being ill, Meagan and I had the week from hell.
Being sleep deprived and stressed, we were really looking forward to the weekend because it was going to be child free.
You see, we’ve just had this new sound proof cellar installed, with a feeding hatch, for the children… only kidding, it’s not completely sound proof, you can still hear a bit of noise if they are really playing up.
Only kidding… all we had to do was drive 60 miles up the motorway to drop the kids off with Meagan’s mother, then drive home and relax.
Seems quite straightforward doesn’t it?
The reality was a bit more complex.
Imagine the situation:
A stressed filled car crawling through near stationary traffic, in the pouring rain, containing two exhausted adults, trying to placate two poorly screaming kids.
Not the perfect recipe for a good Friday night.
When we finally arrived at the meet up point, which was half way between our house and Meagan’s mothers, we were concerned she wasn’t there.
So we gave her a call, just to check how her traverse of the M25 was progressing.
Considering there’s more people, at anyone time, stuck in a jam on the M25 than there are jars of jam on all UK’s supermarkets shelves, it wasn’t much of a surprise when she informed us that she’d be over an hour late.
Above the kids screaming Meagan desperately asked, “What we going to do for an hour?!”
It was still hammering it down as I looked at the cars dashboard display, which, for the last two weeks, had been nagging me that one of our tyres needed pumping up.
I suddenly had an ingenious idea. Why not kill two birds with one stone?
I looked at Meagan, in the back and smugly suggested, “We’ll go to a garage and get the tyre pumped up!”
For some reason, her expression didn’t reciprocate my enthusiasm.
Ten minutes later and I was manfully filling our tyre with air… or so I thought.
Unbeknownst to me, there was a fault with the machine and what I was actually doing is letting the tyre down.
I looked at the pressure display on the machine and figured it must be faulty.
So I started letting air out of the second tyre. Before I got to tyre number three I “quickly” realised something was up, or down.
I looked at the tyres carefully and deduced that they seemed to look flatter. I opened the door to the car and was immediately welcomed by a wall of crying misery.
“The machine has let our tyres down”, I explained to Meagan.
“Brilliant! What are we going to do now?”
Just as I was racking my brain for another genius idea, an angel appeared from nowhere.
Glowing, he calmly stated, “That machine is faulty”
“I know it just let my tyres down!”
“I’ve got a pump if you want me to pump them up”
“Yes please”, I said in awe.
Within minutes, the angel had pumped up our tyres and was heading into the distance. It’s only then that I realised that this was THE ARCHANGEL.
The highest ranking angel of all.
How did I know?
Because on his glowing high viz jacket were the letters, “THE AA”.
I’d like to point out I’m not a member of The AA and the only payment he accepted was a, “Thank you”.
This is not an endorsement for a company but for a person, who, on a horribly wet and windy busy Friday evening went out of his way to help us out, just because he could.
Sometimes a small act of kindness, such as this, can make someones day and on this occasion it did.
This, in my mind, is the behaviour of an angel.