But, of course, we didn’t do that. Instead, we thanked him profusely and got back into our car, allowing him to lead us through the dark moonless night.

We followed him for about 10 minutes until he rounded a steep curve in front of us, but when we rounded that same curve he was suddenly nowhere in sight! Where had he gone?

There were no immediate exits that he could have taken and no side roads that he could have wandered upon — nothing! We looked along the side of the highway to see if he had pulled off somewhere, but the truck was nowhere to be seen. We were astonished. “He’s gone,” I said. My sister glanced quickly at me, a look of shock on her face as she attempted to keep her eyes on the road. Within another twenty minutes we were safe in our home.

The next morning, as we prepared for work and school, we spoke of the incident in whispers as though it might have been a dream. But the flat tire, along with the new jack that lay in the Mustang’s trunk, were evidence that the midnight messenger had in fact changed the tire and then disappeared into the night. Still, the following question remained: Was he our dad, coming to help us?

Although this incident occurred about 38 years ago, even now my sister and I discuss it from time to time. We have a deep knowing that this midnight angel was indeed our dad, shifting into our lives for a moment to let us know that we were still protected and loved. — Beliefnet.com (Concluded)