RESCUED BY ANGELS?

Back in 1992 I read a newspaper story about a Mrs Dorothea Sargent, who was staying with her sister, Mary, in Iowa.  They were driving along a country back road when their car had a puncture.

Neither sister knew how to change a tyre so, with no house nearby, they sat in their car hoping for another motorist to appear.

Shortly after they had resigned themselves to a possibly long wait, a car appeared seemingly from nowhere and pulled in behind them.  Three fair-haired men in white suits emerged and offered to change the punctured tyre.

Having difficulty in fixing the scissor jack in place, one of the young men lay full length on the road to position it and Dorothea scolded him for soiling his lovely suit.  But he said there was no problem – and, when he stood up again, despite the road being greasy and slick after a day’s rain, she saw that his suit was not at all stained.

After quickly changing the tyre, the young men – refusing to accept any payment – drove away.  That is to say, their vehicle travelled about fifty yards down the long empty road stretching between the twilit winter fields and then began to shimmer as if liquefying.

The shimmer became brighter, rendering the car virtually transparent, before in a final pulse of brilliant light, it vanished altogether.

My question now is, do you share Dorothea’s and Mary’s belief that they were rescued by angels?  Apparently there were dozens of similar sightings across the USA around that time – and the ‘angels’ were always young, white men dressed in pale clothes that never became dirty or creased.

They only ever changed tyres – and never accepted payment.  Well, angels wouldn’t expect to be paid, would they?