1楼懿怡妈妈
(荣神益人)
发表于 2009-5-28 01:49
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爱人如己的真实故事
昨晚收到好友Grace Email给我的故事，看了很感动，遂翻译她的文，并与大家分享：
我下午5点会议后开车回家路上，被困在科罗拉多大道，车子开始出毛病，接着车死了- 我勉强将车滑开到一个加油站，庆幸我的车没有堵塞交通，我也至少在一个较暖和的地方等待拖车。我打电话给拖车公司之前，看见一个女士走出“简便小商场”的门，她似乎踩到冰块，滑倒在加油管边。我走过去看看她是否OK.
当我到那儿，她满是泣泪，摔跤倒是小事；她是个年轻的女子，看上去相当憔悴，眼睛下面满是黑圈。她掉了东西在地上，我捡起来，给了她。是一枚5分甭币。那一刻，所有我看见的都汇集了起来：哭泣的女子，老式的“郊野”旧车装满了杂货，车里有三个孩子（其中一个坐在小孩车椅上），油价标有“4.95美金（一加仑）”
我问她好不好，并问她是否需要帮助，她只是不断地说：“我不想让我的孩子看到我在哭。”于是我们站在车子油箱的另一边。她说她去加利福尼亚州，目前情形很艰难。我问她：“你祷告了吗？”她退了一步，我确信地告诉她，我不是头脑有问题的人，我说：“祂听到了，祂差我来。”
我拿出我的信用卡，在油管信用卡机刷了卡，这样她能够将车油加满。她加油时，我到隔壁的麦当劳买了两大包食物，和一些可以买更多食物的礼品卷，以及一大杯咖啡。她把食物给车里的孩子，孩子们立刻如狼似的吞吃起来。我们在油管旁吃薯条攀谈。她告诉我她的名字，她住在肯萨斯市。两个月前她的男朋友离开她后，一直入不敷出。她1月1日将没有钱付房租。最终没有办法，她打电话求助父母，她与父母已5年没有通过话。她父母住在加利福尼亚州，他们让她搬到加州一起住到她能自立。于是她装了行李到车上，告诉孩子们他们去加州过圣诞节，但是没有说他们将住那儿。
我给了她我的手套，一个小拥抱，并和她做了安全行车的快祷。当我走回自己车子时，她说：“对了，你是一个天使还是什么？”这句话让我动容，我说：“宝贝，目前这个年头天使很忙，所以，有时候上帝用普通的人。”
能够成为他人的奇迹真让我难以置信。当然，你也许猜到了，当我回到我的车上时，我立即开动了车，一路没有出问题地平安到家。明天我将把车开到车行检查，我猜想修车员不会发现什么问题。
有时天使飞得离你很近，你能够听到他们振翅的声音。。。。。。
诗篇55：22有云：“你要把你的重担卸给耶和华，他必抚养你，他永不叫义人动摇。”
Grace (葛蕾丝) 寄给我的故事英文原文如下：
I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd., and the car started to choke and splutter and die - I barely managed to coast into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck. Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking out of the 'quickie mart ' building, and it looked like she slipped on some ice and fell into a gas pump, so I got out to see if she was okay.
When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than
that she had fallen; she was a young woman who looked really haggard， with dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up, and I picked it up to give it to her. It was a nickel. At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in a car seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95.
I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just kept
saying, 'I don't want my kids to see me crying,' so we stood on the other side of the pump from her car. She said she was driving to California and that things were very hard for her right now. So I asked, 'And you were praying?' That made her back away from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy person and said, 'He heard you, and He sent me.'
I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump so she could fill up her car completely, and while it was fuelling, I walked to the next door McDonald's and bought 2 big bags of food, some gift certificates for more, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the kids in the car, who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump eating fries and talking a little. She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City. Her boyfriend left 2 months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet.
She knew she wouldn't have money to pay rent Jan 1, and finally in desperation had called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about 5 years. They lived in California and said she could come live with them and try to get on her feet there. So she packed up everything she owned in the car. She told the kids they were going to California for Christmas, but not that they were going to live there.
I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her for safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, 'So, are you like an angel or something?' This definitely made me cry. I said, 'Sweetie, at this time of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people.'
It was so incredible to be a part of someone else's miracle. And of course,you guessed it, when I got in my car it started right away and got me home with no problem. I'll put it in the shop tomorrow to check, but I suspect the mechanic won't find anything wrong.
Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the flutter of their wings...
Psalms 55:22 'Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee. He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.'
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