We didn't own a car, so we did what a lot of the college kids did and that was carpool to Dallas for the better jobs. Money was tight. We had only been married for four months and had a lot to learn. And on top of that I had just found out I was pregnant. My husband had already found a job and was due to start working in a few days and I applied for an insurance company job in Dallas and was hired. This was to be my first day. I was scared to work in Dallas, because I was from a small town and knew nothing of the big city. I found a carpool that was on campus that was recommended to me by a student that had used it himself. The driver agreed and I rode to work for the first day. His instructions to me were; at 5 o'clock when you get off wait where I leave you out and I will pick you up there. Wait no matter how long it takes in case I have to work over, which has never been over a few minutes. I agreed. I didn't have a dime to my name and was looking forward to my first check. Five o'clock came around and I waited where he had left me off. My husband and I had a deep seated faith in God and believed that no matter what, he was right there with us. All kinds of characters were on the street outside my building , people waiting for rides and shoppers , people just passing by. Six o'clock came - no carpool- I didn't worry, I figured he had to work over and he had to pick up two other ladies. Seven o'clock came and I started to worry. Still no one came. It was starting to get dark. Eight o'clock came and I was afraid to move in case he showed up and I wasn't there. The building behind me was locked and I couldn't get in, besides I had no money and no one to call. We were from another state and didn't know anyone at all in this state. On top of that we didn't own a phone as of yet. I prayed and prayed asking the Lord to show me what to do. Nine o'clock came and went. As well as ten and eleven o'clock. I couldn't help the tears that slipped down my face. Then a drunk walked up to me and said "Betty, I haven't seen you in years." I panicked and really started crying. I had never, ever met this man, yet he knew my name. I have never been so scared. A wonderful gentleman in a business suit took the drunk by the arm and told him to go on about his business. Then he turned and told me he had been watching me standing there and wondered if he could help. I told him the story and was shaking but for some reason, I calmed down in this mans presence. I told him I just couldn't understand how that man could call me by my name. The man then gave me some cash and told me the Greyhound Bus station was about twelve blocks away and I would have to walk there and not to talk to anyone on the way and to be careful because that was a bad part of town. I thanked him and started walking , when I turned around to look back at him, he was gone. I started running then. I ran about two blocks and decided I had better not do that in case it hurt my baby. I passed beer joints, with men calling out to me and so much was going through my mind. Could that man have been my guardian angel? When I finally arrived at the station the ticket lady told me the cost for a ticket was exactly the amount the gentleman gave me and by that time it was twelve midnight. I boarded a bus and arrived in Waxahachie a few hours later. The bus driver let me off in pitch blackness and I walked home the rest of the way. No street lights at times and the only way I could find my way was letting my feet feel for the side walk or curbs. I finally arrived and walked thru the door to find my husband on his face before God praying for me. His words were I knew God would protect you. The carpool driver had become sick during the day and had left early and some how I had not received his message. God sure knows how to care for his children. If I hadn't gone thru that experience, I would never have known that. I wouldn't trade that for anything but I sure wouldn't want to go thru it again.
And the drunk, how did he know my name? Only heaven knows.
Betty Hutchinson
Music-Awesome God
