About 10 years ago, when my family and I were really down on our luck, we had an encounter with a gentleman that left us wondering if we had just been in the presence of an angelic being. I remember I was about 11 years old and my father had recently lost his job (which at the time, was the only incomethat we had). We were basically homeless; except for the fact that we were able to crash in a friend's living room. We went to the local mission to use their washing machines, but we were turned away for some reason or the other. We had our laundry in trash bags, and we were just sitting down and resting at a bus stop bench; when an elderly, black gentleman approached us. He told us that someone had told him that we could really use some help, and he handed my mother a $20. Just a few moments later, when we looked for the man down the block; he was gone. This led me and my parent's to believe that an angel had helped us that day.