Have you ever had an experience that makes you wonder:
Did I just encounter an angel?
One spring during college I studied abroad in Spain. My flight was delayed more than a dozen hours. The person who gave me directions sent me to the wrong train station. I walked through Madrid with all my bags, boots cutting into my heels, exhausted. My efforts at Spanish failed at every turn.
I sat on the edge of a fountain spent and confused. Tugging off a boot, I looked at my blood stained sock.
God, I prayed, I need help.
At that moment, a woman sat next to me on the fountain’s edge and spoke near perfect English. She took me to her home, fed me lunch, drove me to the proper station, and sent me on my way.
Her name was Maria.