Then one of those “homeless people” approached me and asked where I was going. I told him and he said “Oh, that’s $8 one way. Shall I buy a ticket for you?” Still feeling totally out of my element, I put the money in the machine and he punched some buttons and out came a ticket. Since I still didn’t know where to go or what to do with the ticket, he said, “Go through those doors to Gate 18.” As I started toward the doors, I turned to thank him and see if he wanted something in return for his help. I found myself completely alone in that big room.
As I proceeded through the doors and to the assigned gate, I felt deeply grateful to that man. As I arrived at JFK and got on my flight, I realized that “homeless person” was probably an angel. He didn’t look like an angel, but he aided me when I was very much in need, and I gave a prayer of thanksgiving to God for sending him.