I drive down the same street on my way home from work every day. At the corner, I stop and jump out to pop the mail into the mailbox there.
One day, I came around the corner and, like every other day, put my van in park, grabbed the bundle of mail, hopped out of the van and ran over to put it in the box. I ran back to my van, grabbed the door handle, and, to my utter surprise, it was locked!
I have no idea how that happened, but there I was looking in the window of my still-running van, at my purse that contained my keys, my cellphone and my money. My pockets were empty — I had nothing.
I stood there, dumbfounded, wondering what to do and how long it would take me if I were to walk the rest of the four-plus kilometres home.
Just at that moment, a car turned the corner with a couple in it. They stopped, rolled down their windows and asked if I had locked myself out of my van. They offered to drive me all the way to my house, wait for me to get the spare van key and then drive me all the way back to my van.
On the drive to my house, we all got a good laugh out of their description of the look on my face when they saw me. I was so grateful and quipped that I’d better not play poker, if they could read my face that well.
I still don’t know what would have happened if they hadn’t stopped and been so kind and willing to help me. They told me they lived just up the street from the mailbox and, to this day, every day I drive home — and now ALWAYS push the unlock button as I get out of the van to drop off the mail — down that same street, I remember and appreciate their help that day.
They are both, truly guardian angels, and I am so, so grateful for the fact that they came along when they did. A big, big thank you!
— K. Sharpe