In the era before cellphones while driving outside St. Louis, my car got stuck on a road's divider while making a turn.
It was early morning with no help or cars to be seen. As I stood beside it, a car finally appeared and stopped opposite mine. It held four huge guys and I regretted leaving my pistol at home.
The driver came over and asked what happened. "My car's stuck," I said nervously. After briefly speaking to his companions they came to my car, picked it up, and moved it back onto the road.
I wanted to pay the driver but he refused. "There's a revival meeting at St. Louis Stadium tomorrow night. Come," he said.
Then, without another word, my four angels drove off and vanished into the night.