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Hebrews 13:2

I spent the weekend in Washington D.C. visiting my good buddy, Cale Johnson. Cale is a decorated naval officer, talented mechanic and engineer, dedicated family man, and a very generous human being. He knew I was training in Southeast Georgia for 16 weeks, and he offered me a loaner car. So, I flew to D.C. to hang out with him and to pick up the keys to his extra car.


We enjoyed a meal at the historic Old Ebbitt Grill, where American presidents used to play dominoes and discuss politics over an adult beverage. The following day, we walked the sacred grounds at Arlington National Cemetery. This visit was a trifecta success: saw my best bud, researched sites for my novel, and got a set of wheels.


After hanging out with my friend and catching up, I hit the road toward Brunswick, Georgia to make it back in time for my class on Monday morning. I finally made it through the security gates at the federal training complex in Georgia sometime around 9:00 PM. As I was cruising toward my dormitory, I saw a heavyset man walking on the sidewalk. He was struggling to carry a mesh bag filled with his laundry, and a heavy backpack filled with books, etc. That and the muggy Georgian heat and humidity had this man sweating profusely.


I rolled my passenger window down and stopped alongside him. "You want a ride?"


"Yes," he replied with appreciation. "My dad dropped me off at the main gate," he continued. "I'm walking to my dorm. I was just gonna keep on walking until I recognized a building to get my bearings."


His dorm was on the opposite side of the training complex, and would have been a miserable 45 minute walk with the hungry gnats swarming all over him for the entire hike. Once I dropped him at his dorm, he thanked me several times again. "You're a lifesaver."


"It's my pleasure," I told him. "Happy Easter."


He shook my hand. "My name is Angel."


It gave me goosebumps as I recalled one of my favorite biblical passages. Hebrews 13:2 reminds us: "Don't be afraid to entertain strangers, for by having done so, many have talked to angels without knowing it."

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