Don’t know the name of the woman who wrote this, and don’t even know if it’s true, but I do know that the underlying idea is true. God has no hands but ours, the saying has it. The story came to me via a mass-email from a friend — which in itself sort of demonstrates the point.
The flutter of their wings….
This was written by a Metro Denver Hospice Physician:
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, cursing, 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. It wouldn’t even turn over. 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.