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Angels all around us


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I thought I would share with you this e-mail I got....These kinds of stories just choke me up....I cry every time....Whether this one is true or not I believe in angels!!! I believe these kinds of things happen all the time and we over look the fact they were sent to us for a reason and it was put in there hearts to do these things for others. (sigh) I have had this kind of things happen to me after my divorce... I did not know where Desti's Christmas Presents were going to come from...I was working three jobs just to make it for us...and it was never enough.....Someone left Us Both TONS of Christmas Presents on our Door step Christmas Morning along with a Gas Card and a grocery card.....I still do not know who his was or even a Idea...I never shared my hardship with no one....
I am thankful for today that I am able to help others on these days and that last Christmas I was able to Give 4 foster children plus my daughter the Chirstmas of a lifetime!
I believe in being blessed and blessing others!


The Big Wheel
In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and
just 75 cents in my pocket. Their father was gone. The boys ranged from
three months to seven years; their sister was two.

Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared.
Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would
scramble to hide under their beds.

He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries.

Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but
no food either.

If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that
time, I certainly knew nothing about it. I scrubbed the kids until they
looked brand new and then put on my best h! omemade dress. loaded them
into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job.

The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our
small town. No luck.

The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I
tried to convince whomever would listen that I was willing to learn or do

I had to have a job.

Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of
town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a
truck stop. It was called the Big Wheel.

An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the
window from time to time at all those kids. She needed someone on the
graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning. She paid 65 cents an
hour and I could start that night. I raced home and called the teenager
down the street that baby-sat for people. I bargained with her
to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive
with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep. This seemed like
a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.

That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all
thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big

When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her
home with one dollar of my tip money--fully half of what I averaged
every night. As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my
meager wage.

The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and
began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again
every morning before I could go home.

One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and
found four tires in the back seat. New tires! There was no note, no nothing,
just those beautiful brand new tires. Had angels taken up residence in
Indiana? I wondered.

I made a deal with the local service station. In exchange for his
mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office. I remember it took me a
lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires.

I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't
enough. Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for
toys for the kids.

I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old
toys. Then hid them in the basement so there would be something for
Santa to deliver on Christmas morning. Clothes were a worry ! too. I was
sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pan ts and soon they
would be too far gone to repair.

On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big
Wheel. These were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state
trooper named Joe.

A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were
dropping nickels in the pinball machine. The regulars all just sat
around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to
get home before the sun came up.

When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas
morning I hurried to the car. I was hoping the kids wouldn't wake up before I
managed to get home and get the presents from the basement and place
them under the tree. (We had cut down a small cedar tree by the side of the

road down by the dump.) It was still dark and I couldn't see ! much,
but there appeared to be some dark shadows in the car-or was that just a
trick of the night? Something certainly looked different, but it was hard to
tell what. When I reached the car I peered warily into one of the side
windows. Then my jaw dropped in amazement. My old battered Chevy was
filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes. I quickly opened the
driver's side door, crumbled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat.

Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was whole
case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box: It was
full of shirts to go with the jeans. Then I peeked inside some of the other
boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries.
There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes.
There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There
was whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items. And there were five
toy trucks and one beautiful little doll.

As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the
most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude. And I
will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious

Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all
hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop..


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Trina, that was beautiful, thank you for sharing....going to find my box of tissue now! I love the fact that you have such a strong belief in that which you can't see or touch....thanks for sharing your faith, you know it already turned my story around!