On the second day of being in a new city where I knew no one, it felt a little lonely, but I was excited about the adventure ahead of me. I decided to take a drive and explore the city. I opened the door of my then two door 1980 white Monte Carlo, sat down, and noticed I was almost out of gas. Lucky for me there was a gas station only about six blocks away. I drove up to the pump at the gas station and filled up my car.
I walked back around to get in my car and realized I had locked my keys in my car. I could not believe it, but sure enough, I could see them sitting on the passenger’s seat. Amazing how we do some of the things, we do. However, I always believe things happen for a reason, but back then, I was not so much aware of that concept. I walked into the gas station asking the attendant if they had a wire hanger because I locked my keys in my car. Luck would have it they had one. Now this is back in time when cars still had the little round knob as the lock you pushed up and down to lock the door.
As I unwound the wire hanger, my first thought was, “there is no way I’m going to be able to do this task. I don’t even know how to do this”.
I stuck the long wire up under the window frame. With the end of the wire inside the car, it was nowhere near the lock and my patience was nowhere in sight.
I said, “God, why today of all days? I cannot do this, I need some help!”
I gazed around the parking lot of the gas station for someone to help me. It was like one of those movie scenes where it is like a ghost town, and not one person is in sight and you think how can this be? I turn back around to try the wire again.
From out of where, I hear this deep, strong, loving, father-like voice say, “Do you need some help?”
I turned around in amazement and there was a man standing beyond me. My first thought, where did this person come from? Just a second ago, there was no one in sight. He was a stocky, average sized man, with shoulder length brown and gray hair. His eyes seem to be so blue they were gray looking, with a sparkle within them.
Again, he said, “Do you need some help?”
Struggling to get the words out and with a slight laugh, I said, “Yes, I think I do.” Then I asked him in amazement, “Where did you come from?” He laughed out the side of his mouth. Then I snapped back into reality to the situation at hand.
“I locked my keys in my car, and I’m trying to use this wire hanger to unlock the door, but it seems pointless because it’s not working.” I said with discouragement. The entire time I talked to this man, I was fixated on his eyes. They were so bright they almost hurt your physical eyes to look at them.
He said compassionately with his deep gentle voice, “Nothing is impossible.” His words flowed through my body like a meditative feeling. In addition, the strangest thing happened next (although not so strange to me now). It felt like I was in a dream state. He was still talking but his lips were not moving. I heard him say, “You are not allowing yourself to be who you truly are. Trust in your choices and believe within your heart.” It was like an out of body experience.
Then it was back to the situation at hand. He said, “May I try?”
I stepped aside. As he took hold of the wire hanger, I looked back toward the parking lot and there still was no one in sight, not one vehicle. Again, I thought, “where did this man comes from?” I only looked away a second and I heard the door opening.
He said, “There you go!” with a cheery voice.
I was amazed and thanked him repeatedly ten times over again. I put my hand out to shake his and I said, “I’m Eddie, and thank you again!”
He said, “I’m Mike, and you’re welcome!” He handed me the hanger and I leaned over to toss it in car. When I turned around, he was nowhere in sight. One of those touched by an angel moments or I should say, one of those touched by Archangel Michael moments.