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  1. Amazing story! This reminds me of a similar incident my parents and I had over 17 years ago on a freeway coming home from Michigan where a man helped us with a flat tire. Before we could look up to say thank you to him, his car disappeared. Its interesting to note that our incident took place around Michigan as well… perhaps it was the same angel? Just a sign that God is very active in our lives =)

  2. In the Name of the Lord

    This miraculous event reminds me of the following personal experience some years ago:

    We were coming from Mexico and stopped at a gas station. My wife was not feeling well, and we were stranded near Temecula, California. The Gas station attendant informed us that he needed to close his business. I had spent four hours attempting to get the car started to no avail. The tow truck man could not get it started and told me that the timing was broken. I said to my wife: “Let’s call a taxi.” She said: “Let me try one more time.” She said: “In the name of the Lord,” and turned the ignition key. We got safely home, but next morning the car refused to cooperate. I called the tow truck, and the mechanic informed me that the timing was broken and that there was no way to get the car started.

  3. Very inspiring stories. It’s assuring to know that God is still in the miracle working business and that he loves and cares for us.

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At a camp meeting 40 years later, I happened to see Dr. I. demonstrating some kind of health product, if I remember correctly. (In my mind, I see only the image of him, much older, but still looking much like he did when I was a student, with a friend by my side.) I lingered a little but did not introduce myself. I briefly wondered whether he recognized me. I’m fairly sure that I was as recognizable to him as he was to me.

Had he changed? Or did he still feel superior in his “humility”? Should I talk to him? I didn’t know how to approach him, and was busy with friends. I still don’t know whether I should have said something. (Maybe I’m just a coward.)

If God wants him to see my story, his and my identity are clear enough in this post, that God can direct him to it.