Angel in the Storm

**didn't happen to me~~but surely COULD! I saw white serpents dance a crooked jig and turn the nighttime sky as bright as day. The drizzle turned into a raging flood; the breeze became a gale that made me sway. I struggled as I made my way towards home, two miles away. No one else was in sight: no houses on this lonely stretch of road, no drivers who might remedy my plight. I saw the lightning striking really close and feared my heart would jump right from my chest. Then suddenly I saw bright lights ahead. My prayer was to be answered. I’d be blessed. Someone I’d never seen—have not seen since-- jumped from his car and rescued me. Since I am deaf, I read his lips. I won’t forget the words he signed as I began to cry: “Put on this raincoat, Jean. I’ll take you home. I have hot cocoa. Drink this on the way.” If I told you I think an angel came to rescue me that night, what would you say? He knew my name, that I was deaf, and where I lived. Amazed, I asked, “How do you know these things?” He only smiled and signed, “We’re here. Good-bye. God bless you everywhere you go.”