A homeless man is pushing a shopping cart while attempting to cross a busy city street, The witness gets out of his care to help. As the situation proceeds, something unusual occurs.
The following account was forwarded to me:
"This occurred about 6 years ago and I wanted to share my experience. I work for a large tech company and they let us off early one day. I was happy to have some extra time to do some errands before going home for the holiday. I stopped by the gas station I often frequent (which is by the bar I used to work at and also often frequent) and grabbed some smokes/gas.
As I pull out and approach the four-way stop, I suddenly notice a homeless man who is pushing his full shopping cart up the road perpendicular to me. He is slowing down, in the middle of the road mind you, struggling to keep his stuff in the cart. On top of the cart is a black acoustic guitar.
This person eventually appears to give up and just sits down in the middle of the road, legs crossed and shoulders slumped over like he’s given up. Keep in mind, still very much in the middle of the road and impeding traffic (I live in a big city). At this point, cars are starting to stack up at most of the stop signs. I throw my hazards on and get out of the car.
I’m approaching this person from behind, so I call out, “Hey, man! Are you okay?” No reply. I get closer and I place my hand on his shoulder and say, “Hey, let me help you up.”
This person stands to his feet and he must’ve been at least 6’6.” Super tall. And when he turned around I saw the biggest, bluest eyes I have ever seen in my life. “Are you okay?” I asked him again, and this time he replied, “I’ve just been looking for her out here. I work across the street.” I blink a couple times and say, “No worries, we’ll find her, let’s get you out of the road.” I then start pushing his cart when I notice the black guitar is really nice. Like, I’m a musician and thought it was a nice guitar. Strange it would be in such pristine condition with this guy, maybe it was stolen.
So there we were standing on the corner and he noticed my lit cigarette. Asks me for one, and I give it to him. Then he says he needs to make a phone call, I ask him for the numbers and say I’m happy to call someone for him. He gives me the number, I dial it, but it doesn’t work. “This number is not connected.”
I ask him if he has another number and he says, “Oh, there she is!” And grabs his cart of stuff, thanking me for my help. I say no problem and get back in my car. My back was turned for maybe 20 seconds while I got in my car and situated. The guy was gone. He was going in a very specific direction, and he was nowhere in sight. One woman was unloading a car in the direction he was going, so I pulled up to her and asked if she had seen anyone matching his description (cart, guitar, blue eyes). She said she hadn’t seen anyone like that.
Shrugging the whole thing off, I pull up to the next stop light and look to my left when I realize where it is he said he worked. It was a church.
I’m not really religious but I don’t have an explanation for this. He was nowhere in sight, no places he could’ve ducked into, he was just gone. I don’t have any other theory, just that maybe angels do walk among us from time to time. Maybe I passed a test. I don’t know." M
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