I think I have shared this story before, but it is one I will never forget.

We were invited to a special dinner for a friend which was being held on the Queen Mary in Long Beach. There were over a dozen of us and a friend thought it would be fun if we all went there in his motorhome together.

We made arrangements to pick up a woman who was closing her shop - and she had, in cash, her entire sales for the day with her.

We proceeded on the freeway to Long Beach and in the worst section of Los Angeles area, a city named Compton, the motorhome broke down.

A car pulled up ahead of us and the most unsavory looking guy started walking back to us.

Just then, a brown mini-van pulled up and a black man jumped out and came towards us as well. We explained what had happened - and he immediately waved off the unsavory fellow in firm language.

The black man owned a repair shop in the area. He called his tow truck operator and made him come to get us. He called his wife to bring their other van. He towed the motorhome to his shop with was surrounded by iron gates and had two guard dogs on duty. He then gave us his brown mini-van and said "return it tomorrow and your motorhome will be repaired when you arrive."

It turned out the mechanical problem with the motorhome was minor and the cost was under $60.00. The best our friend could get him to accept, was a full tank of gas for his van.

All of us squeezed into the mini-van and proceeded to the restaurant - pretty certain that an angel had just delivered us from a certain disaster.