Angel Prevents Young Woman From Being Attacked At Bus Station – Guideposts

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There were no signs of life outside the station as I squinted through the rain. I stepped off the bus with my suitcase over my head and made a run for it. Inside the heavy entrance door I found myself all alone in the huge terminal where I had to change buses. Deserted. That’s how I felt no matter where I was these days.

I hadn’t always felt that way. Since I was a little girl I’d been certain angels were watching over me every moment. Like the time someone whispered for me to wake up in the middle of the night and saved my whole family from a fire in our home. But where had that reassuring voice been when the doctor told me the child I was expecting would never come into this world? I took a trip to visit my family, hoping to find some peace. Now I was on my way back to my husband, but my heart was just as heavy as the day I left. God had always been there to guard against tragedy. Where was he now?

I looked around the waiting room, but saw only shadows, no people. It was one o’clock in the morning. Yet somewhere there was music playing. I followed the sound to a lunch counter at the other end of the terminal. A gruff-looking man was reading a newspaper. Apparently he was both the cook and the ticket agent.

“How long before the next bus to Petersburg?” I asked.

The man scowled up at the grease-covered clock on the wall. “Couple of hours,” he mumbled, going back to his paper.

I returned to the dimly lit waiting area. There were rows of empty wooden benches. I found one near enough light to read, and pulled out my book. I’d only read a few lines when I sensed I was no longer alone.

Seven young men sat directly opposite me. Each one sat with his arms crossed, staring at me. I pulled my cardigan tightly around my shoulders, hoping another bus had arrived with more travelers. No, it was just me and this gang of men—and they weren’t travelers. They were obviously here to start trouble, and there was no one to protect me from them.

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