Abby Connolly
Thankfully, someone else pulled into the gas station. It was a trustworthy-looking “quintessential Texan man” in a pickup truck, who she approached and asked for directions.
He was a kind man who could sense how worried she was. He finally gave her the specific instructions she needed to get back onto the highway, a path at most 3/4 of a mile long, which many drivers from out of town get wrong.
He looked concerned when she told him what the gas station attendant had told her to do. He took out his local map and showed her that the 17-mile stretch she was told to go down would’ve led her away from the main roads and towards a dead end in the desert.
The Texan man also told her that the kind of people found out in that area were troublemakers, members of a family with a poor reputation. He knew that the gas station clerk was a member of that family.
Luckily, the kind man had her go on her way safely, and she left the situation okay.
“I don’t know if the man from the gas station wanted what was in the back of my U-Haul or what was in the driver’s seat, but thankfully I didn’t have to find out,” she explained.
“Oh, and I learned that sometimes angels look like ruddy-haired Texans with scruffy faces and rusty pickups.”
What do you think could have happened if she hadn’t met that nice man?
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