It was storming outside the day that my son had a serious asthma attack. This was quite some years ago, as I was younger and we did not have medical insurance. The line at the clinic where I had to take him was down the street. Everyone was required to "wait their turn." I was crying because my son could not breathe and I was not sure how much longer he would make it.
Suddenly, a very strong man appeared and grabbed my son and myself, and somehow pulled us through the crowd. People seemed to listen to him and when he demanded that we be seen, the people at the desk scooped up my son and immediately took him back to attend to him. As I turned to thank the man, he was suddenly gone. There was no sign of him anywhere. And no one knew where he went. Some had seen him, and others had no idea what I was talking about. If it was not for this "Man" or as I call him my "Angel," my son might not be here today.