When we need help, it is always sent—often in mysterious ways, as Woman’s World reader Sandra Seguin-Kavanaugh of Macomb, Michigan, discovered. She writes:
My husband, Joe, knew Detroit and the surrounding areas so well, he could have been a tour guide. For 45 years, his job as a master pipe fitter took him all over the city. But that’s not where his knowledge began. As a young man, Joe loved driving around with no particular destination in mind, just seeing what he could discover about the city he loved.
“I’m going on a mystery ride,” he’d say, often ending up at the airport, where he’d watch the planes arriving and departing. That’s why everyone knew: If you need directions or a ride to the airport, call Joe!
A few years ago, Joe passed away from cancer. After a loving 25-year marriage, I was devastated, missing him with all my heart. And one day, when my son needed a ride home from the airport, I only missed Joe more.
“I’ll take you,” my cousin Alphonse offered. He picked me up, but as we headed toward the airport, I saw we had some time and suggested we stop for coffee first.
After chatting for a bit—where I cried, missing Joe, and Alphonse’s voice cracked from missing his wife, Linda, who’d also recently died—we climbed back into the car. But as we drove out of the parking lot, we got turned around. And after several attempts to set things right, we realized we were completely and utterly lost!
Suddenly, I thought of Joe. He’d know where we were!
“Joe,” I said aloud. “Please show us the way to the airport.”
At first, nothing happened. But after a couple of minutes, we found ourselves on a desolate dirt road where, just ahead, an old work pickup truck pulled out of a fabrication shop lot.
That’s funny, I thought. For the last five years of his career, Joe had supervised a fabrication shop, and, come to think of it, I realized, that truck looks just like Joe’s!
“Can I help you?” the driver asked, pulling up beside us. Wow! I thought, and my heart skipped a beat. He bore quite an uncanny resemblance to Joe.
Alphonse explained that we were looking for the airport.
“Follow me,” the man said, waving his arm. And as the truck pulled ahead of us, Alphonse and I stared at the license plate in amazement: IMISSU, it read.
Alphonse and I, both crying now, knew this was no ordinary encounter. After the man led us out of the maze of back streets to the airport, we found ourselves sitting behind him at a red light. “Pull up beside him,” I told Alphonse. “I want to thank him!”
But as we pulled up...
Somehow, though the light hadn’t changed, and he’d been right in front of us, that truck was now gone. “It was Joe,” I whispered, awestruck. Alphonse nodded.
I miss you, too, Joe, my heart whispered.
Back home, when our search for the plate IMISSU turned up no results, I wasn’t surprised. I already knew that Joe had been there—in angel form—and that he was letting me know he was still watching over me!
“Joe sure is watching over Sandra, and their whole family,” confirms Doreen Virtue, Ph.D of AngelTherapy.com. “Every sign points to divine intervention: the resemblance to Joe; the sudden disappearance of the truck. And that license plate has Heaven’s signature written all over it! “There are no limits in the way Heaven can help us,” Dr. Virtue confirms. “That includes the instant appearance and disappearance of a helpful angel driving a familiar-looking truck! “The angels say, ‘If you feel that someone is an angel sent to help you, trust this feeling, because your feeling and the experience is real!’”
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