I lived in a converted garage off Los Palmas avenue and I worked evenings at J.C Penny's selling shoes and then did my homework after I got home from work after 10:30.
One evening while riding back to my apartment from work on my Honda 90, I lost my paycheck. I spent several hours that night looking for it along the road but no luck. Since I was young and inexperienced, I didn't know that they could have just reissued the check.
I called the Honda finance people to let them know that I would be late for the payment and told my angry French landlady that my rent would be delayed a week and learned even more obscene French phrases from her.
I had no food in my place at all and it never occurred to me to beg or steal, so I just hunkered down to not eat for a week until my next payday.
On day four or so, I started to faint in class. I was also starting to run low in gas (my commute between school and work and the apartment was about 60 miles). That evening I was riding back to Hollywood and I spotted a guy hitchhiking on Ventura Boulevard and I stopped t ask him where he needed to go. He looked like he was about 30 and he was wearing a brand-new looking double-breasted suit, had brown and white saddle oxfords on and had a new-looking leather suitcase. In 1962 that mode of dress seemed to be about 15-20 years out of style but the guy seemed OK. He said he need to get to Beverly Hills and hadn't found a taxi. I asked him where in Beverly Hills (hoping it was someplace I wouldn't know, so I wouldn't have to backtrack miles away) and he told me "Laurel Way" - the one street there I knew really well, since a friend of mine lived there.
I gave him a ride there and when we reached the address he gave me, he hopped off and offered me some money - which I turned down. He insisted in at least giving me gas money and I said OK, 25 cents (the price of one gallon of gas) and he handed me a dollar. I turned towards him to tell him that it was too much and he was gone. I looked in every direction, nothing.
I rolled my bike downhill with the engine off to save gas and when I found a gas station to fill the bike, I discovered that the bill he gave me was a ten, not a one and I ate like a king that evening!
I believed then and still believe all these years later that I had met an angel.
Love this one.
Awesome experience!
What an astonishing story - in so many ways! I’ll bet you never lost the “fine art of appreciation.”
Had similar, glory be to God.
Wow! Angels unaware.
Have you ever seen photos of any of your grandfathers/uncles when they were younger?
I believe you.
I sincerely believe that I too have twice encountered angels, unaware at the time, but struck with profound awe afterwards.
VERY spiritually & emotionally moving.
I believe it! Angels do appear exactly when you need them.
Amazing. Who ever heard of such a thing as a vanishing hitchhiker?