Last Updated on March 24, 2014 by Roff Graves

I am sure within our lifetime all of us have encountered angels but somehow we refuse to recognize or acknowledge it. I can think of two times right now. I will tell of one. It was in the late 1970s or early 1980s.I was on a case, heading to Southern California, Just north of Fresno, California. It was in the morning. I saw a car as it was rolling and came to rest on its wheels. it was packed wit…h Mexicans men, probably illegal. They were badly hurt. The car was smoldering. No one would go near it. The CHP and fire trucks were not there. Something had to be done. I yelled and out of nowhere came this large muscular African American
Man. I still remember his huge Afro-haircut. We managed to get the door open and pulled the injured men out of the car–all of them. The car then went up in flames. I remember a woman yelling to the top of her lungs, “Thank you Jesus!” I wanted to thank the African American man and I looked for him. He was no where around. I then also left the scene. I never saw him again. I often wonder if he was an angel!—memories–olRoff

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