I read something recently that reminded me of the following incident.
One of the first times my mom was in the hospital, I was driving up there late one Saturday night to relieve my dad by spending the night with her. I had not really figured out the best way to get there (boy, did that change!) and ended up on Fannin by the Astrodome. If you're familiar with Houston, you know that this is NOT an area you want to get stuck in. So, of course, my car engine died.
I owned a cell phone at the time, but had not yet gotten in the habit of carrying it with me. I was close to panicking at being stuck there. I flagged down a couple of girls in the car next to me (my engine died at a light) and asked if I could use their cell phone. They graciously said yes, but I could not remember the hospital number and, long story short, by the time I finally reached my mom's room, my dad had already left. By this time, I was almost hysterical. I didn't know what to do.
Shortly after I got off the phone with my mom, a car stopped and two men got out. To be honest, they were downright scary-looking. If I had seen them on the street, I would have tried to figure out a way to cross over to the other side. They came up and asked if they could help. They pushed my car over to a side road and told me to try starting it again. Amazingly enough, it did. They then followed me to the hospital to make sure I got there safely. I never saw them again.
They were incredibly nice and helpful. While a police car had driven straight past my stranded car, these two men stopped and helped.
I learned something that night about making assumptions about people. I also wonder if God sent a couple of angels to help me.