ST_F_SUNDAYTRENDS

AN ANGEL WITH
A DONUT
Several years ago, my
tire went flat while I was driving with
my young son asleep in the backseat. It
was a heavily traveled road, so I pulled
over. I looked in my rearview mirror and
saw that a man had pulled up behind
me. He offered to help. As he installed
the donut, we talked. He explained
that he was from a long distance away.
His face was kind, his voice gentle. My
son awoke, and I went to care for him.
When I looked back, the man was gone.
Do angels walk the earth? I believe they
do. -Mary Beth Asenio, Timberlake, Ohio
GOOD VIBRATIONS
The Strange & The Bizarre
DESTINY AT
THE DENTIST
Having just cemented a new bridge,
my dental-assistant mother said to
her patient, “Your girlfriend’s going
to love your new teeth.” He replied,
“I’m between girlfriends right now.”
She said, “Don’t go anywhere. I have
two daughters, Kathy and Vicky. Let
me get their pictures from my wallet.”
Dan was still reclined in the dental
chair with his bib on and wasn’t going
anywhere. Rushing back, she showed
him her daughters’ photos, saying,
“Here is our phone number. Give Kathy
a call—she’s the older one.” He called,
and we’ve been happily married for 39
years. Thanks, Mom! --Kathleen Curran,
Canyon Country, California
WEIRD STUFF
My dad died unexpectedly at age 78,
leaving our family heartbroken. During
the funeral mass, my sister felt her
phone vibrate in her purse. She was a
little surprised that someone would be
calling her, knowing she was at dad’s
funeral mass. Afterward, she found
there was a message: “Hi, this is your
dad,” said the male voice. “I wanted
to let you know I made it home.” The
caller obviously had the wrong number,
but the message was clear. My dad had
completed his journey to heaven and
wanted us to know. Thanks, Dad—until
we meet again. --Nancy Perkins, St.
Johns, Michigan
Creditline:
Listverse
A SHINING LIGHT
I volunteered at Ground Zero after hometown firefighters
responded but never returned. Lt. Timothy Higgins was one of
them. I felt Timmy’s presence during dark moments, guiding
me along every path. Working in sight of the burning piles, I
met a fire marshal named Steve. I told him I was from Freeport.
Steve said he’d been a firefighter with a guy from Freeport.
I asked, “Who?” He replied, “Tim Higgins.” I followed this
path and married Steve in 2005. I think of Tim every day. He
must have been a shining light. Certainly, he was my beacon.
--Deborah Kahn Schreck, Sayville, New York ST
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