Sunday, June 25th, 2017

What is Your Christmas Story?

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Here is another wonderful Christmas story. This story touched me deeply. I trust it will you too.

I hope you are enjoying them. I have received many emails saying that my stories are appreciated. Some even share their own story.

If you would like to share yours, I’d love to hear it, leave it in the comments below!

What is Your Christmas Story?

What is Your Christmas Story?

This was written by a Metro Denver Hospice Physician:

I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd., and the car started to choke and splutter and die – I barely managed to coast, cursing, into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking

traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck. It wouldn’t even turn over. Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking out

of the “quickie mart ” building, and it looked like she slipped on some ice and fell into a Gas pump, so I got out to see if she was okay

When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than that she had fallen; she was a young woman who looked really haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up, and I picked it up to give it to her. It was a nickel.

At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in a car seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95.

I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just kept saying “don’t want my kids to see me crying,” so we stood on the other side of the pump from her car. She said she was driving to California and that things were very hard for her right now. So I asked, “And you were praying?” That made her back away from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy person and said, “He heard you, and He sent me.”

I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump so she could fill up her car completely, and while it was fueling, walked to the next door McDonald’s and bought 2 big bags of food, some gift certificates for more, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the kids in the car, who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump eating fries and talking a little

She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City Her boyfriend left 2 months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet. She knew she wouldn’t have money to pay rent Jan 1, and finally in desperation had finally called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about 5 years. They live in California and said she could come live with them and try to get on her feet there.

So she packed up everything she owned in the car. She told the kids they were going to California for Christmas, but not that they were going to live there.

I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her for safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, “So, are you like an angel or something?”

This definitely made me cry. I said, “Sweetie, at this time of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people.”

It was so incredible to be a part of someone else’s miracle. And of course, you guessed it, when I got in my car it started right away and got me home with no problem. I’ll put it in the shop tomorrow to check, but I suspect the mechanic won’t find anything wrong.

Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the flutter of their wings…

Here is another poem I wrote:

If I have two

and you have none;

I must give

so we both have one.

I pray that you have a wonderful Christmas Season with friends and family.

Jack Zufelt

“Mentor to Millions”

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2 Responses to “What is Your Christmas Story?”
  1. It is a very heartening story of goodwill and compassion, perfectly in accord with the Christmas spirit. It is also a striking affirmation of how Nature or Cosmic consciousness responds to our selfless gestures. The very act of giving evokes a matching response from the Supreme Divine, implicit in which is the truth that there really is no separation. The problems that the good doctor’s car developed on the road just vanished on their own, after his acts of kindness. All of us as embodiments of the Divine Spark can make the world more a joyous place. This is what Christmas is all about.

  2. Jeanine Swatton says:

    On Thanksgiving, I went to the local coffee shop prior to my flight to LA. I make it a point to greet each person who works there. I asked one of the cashiers what his plans were for Thanksgiving. He said he was celebrating Christmas early this year with his family. His aunt, a 53 year old woman, was diagnosed with breast cancer and may not live until Christmas. His family decided to have an early celebration. This story brought tears to my eyes thinking this young man was losing a close family member. Soon after hearing this story, I purchased a beautiful bouquet of flowers. I went back to the coffee shop and told him to give these to his Aunt. He was so grateful and thanked me.
    A week later, I returned back to the coffee shop and saw him again. He ran up to me and said “My aunt loved the flowers and wanted me to tell you thank you and that you are truly an angel.” He then told me that she passed away the next day. I broke down in tears and told him I was so sorry for his loss. He said to me – “Don’t worry. She is with her angels now”. I keep on thinking about how I was able to bring little sunshine to her life before she passed.
    “We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.”

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