by Anonymous

http://www.angelseverywhere.faithweb.com/gold.html

Years ago, when I was just two years old, my mother was going out "Yard Saleing" with me and my four year old brother. Something at one caught her eye, so she parked the car and told us to remain inside just for a second.

She had set the emergency brake because we were on sort of a steep incline, but that turned out to be a big mistake. As she sifted through the items at the sale, my brother told me to pull on the brake.

Somehow, I managed to release it, and the car began to roll backward. Some adults noticed, and began to chase us, but by then the car was traveling so fast that they couldn't keep up.

Suddenly though the car came to a screeching halt.

Breathlessly, my Mom and a few other adults made it to the car. They asked us, what happened. . . how did we stop the car?

We replied, "A man with golden hair stopped the car."

Apparently, my mother tried to get the emergency brake disengaged, but it wouldn't budge. Eventually, a mechanic had to come out, and even he had trouble getting it to release.