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Yes, There Are Angels

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

One of the most uplifting stories I have read...........

In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just $.75 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 homemade 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 who ever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. 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 an hour, and I could start that night.

I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat.

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 Wheel.

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 I 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 pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.

On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. There 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 mickels 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, to my 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, crawled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat.

Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box.

Inside was a 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-0 and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was a 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 morning.

Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop. emoticon
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MS.ELENI 12/19/2012 7:01PM

    When my children was small and I was broke some angels always can to the rescue so my kids had a good Christmas.

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MISSDAISY23 12/19/2012 3:16PM

    Believe it or not, I have tears in my eyes after reading this story! Thank you for sharing!

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PATTISTAMPS 12/19/2012 12:54PM

    A wonderful story, and a reminder of the goodness of people. Thank you, Patti - you ARE one of the angels!

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JACKIE542 12/19/2012 10:15AM

    Beautiful. thank you! emoticon

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ARTJAC 12/19/2012 12:49AM

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LMMIMI 12/19/2012 12:07AM

    Thank You! Isn't it wonderful that there are angels all about us.

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123ELAINE456 12/18/2012 8:46PM

  Awesome!!! And a Beautiful Christmas Story about a Family in need and How God took care of his little Angels. God Bless You and Have a Super Nice Day. Take Care.

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NASFKAB 12/18/2012 7:29PM

  Beautiful story

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REMEMBER2BME 12/18/2012 6:12PM

    Absolutely beautiful. Thanks so much for sharing it!

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1CRAZYDOG 12/18/2012 6:01PM

    Beautiful story that embodies the spirit of Christmas for sure. Thanks for sharing this beautiful story.

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PURPLE180 12/18/2012 5:51PM

    emoticon for sharing this story. emoticon

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0309COOKIE 12/18/2012 5:48PM

    Aaawww, that story made me cry. How heartwarming!

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