Husband and I went to Subway for dinner. While inside, I started talking about the possibility of curses. I mentioned something about good luck. Then within seconds, a commercial came on over the radio. It mentioned good luck. I thought it was kind of coincidentally weird.
After Husband and I ate dinner, we came out and found we had a flat tire.
To the man who asked Husband if he needed help and the woman who stopped to make sure I wasn't stranded and talked to me while Husband walked to the gas station to get the spare tire filled with air, bless you both. Angels come in all shapes and sizes.
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