I was a teacher for 30 years. It was nearing the end of summer, and my car needed repair.

$645.

I told the garage that I could only do some of the repairs. I called and asked my daughter to come and drive me to the bank to transfer the funds. I went back to the mechanic's desk, asking the exact amount of the repairs they were doing.

The guy at the desk told me the full amount. I was horrified. I simply did not have it.

That's when a guy in the waiting room, with whom I had been chatting, told me that the entire bill had been covered, by him.

I still to this day believe that he may have been an angel in disguise. There was no reason for him to give over $600 to me, a stranger.

Wherever he is now, may God keep blessing him.