About 5 years ago my sister Cha Cha, called me and told me she had been involved in a car accident. Apparently she had lost control as the streets were wet and crashed unto a guardrail. Upon arriving at the scene she was okay but visibly upset and shook up. Her vehicle had damaged to the front of the car, the grill was bent up, the left front fender was dented and the hood was bent and would not close.
We had the vehicle towed to my other sisters' house (Alice), which was not far from the site of the accident. I told Cha Cha not to worry as I had a friend that owned a body repair shop and would contact him the next day for an estimate on repairs.
The next day I called Cha Cha, and told her my friend from the body shop could meet us at Alices' house and look at her car and he would give her a good price seeing how I was a good friend of his.
Cha Cha, told me that the night of the accident she was trying to figure out how she was going to pay for the repairs on the car as she had no insurance. She told me that at about three o'clock in the morning she felt something shaking her bed. She sat up on her bed and saw six people young and old standing in front of her bedroom doorway smiling and motioning to her to follow them. She said she got scared and tried to wake up her husband up but he would not wake up. She said she began to pray and covered herself head to toe with the blanket hoping they would go away. I told her not to worry, probably the stress of the car was getting to her and I would pick her up after I got off from work to go meet my friend and see about the car.
I picked Cha Cha up after work and on the way to Alices' house Cha Cha kept talking about what she had seen and could not get it off of her mind.
We arrived at Alices' house and lo and behold the car was sitting on the driveway, there were no dents, the grill was intact, the fender had no damage what so ever and the hood was tightly closed. We looked at each other and could not believe our eyes there was absolutely no damage to the car. Now there were several witnesses to the damage we saw before, my father, my sister Alice, Cha Cha, her two sons, and myself.
I called my friend from the body shop and told him we did not need an estimate after all, but did not tell him why, who would have believed me after all?
I told Cha Cha that maybe those smiling people she had seen earlier and wanting her to follow them were probably angels letting her know they had fixed her car. And apparently they did. Cha Cha got in the car, it started up without a hitch and safely made it home.