There is an Angel Among us… . Named Phil

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My name is Rebecca and I, along with my husband, want to thank a very special man named Phil.

On Sunday July 10th, 2011, my husband and I went to the Porcupine Hills to try some fly fishing in the Willow and South Willow Creeks. After a lovely afternoon we headed back for the highway and home to Calgary. As we left the mud and discontinued the 4 wheel drive on the gravel road, we felt a slight shimmy. Hubby said it was probably all the mud in the wheels and it would fall out as we drove. The shimmy seemed to decrease as we travelled further on the dry roads and increased our speed.


We got to Longview and as we slowed going into town the shimmy was horrible. My husband thought it may be a shock or broken rod so we stopped at the Esso and looked all around and under the truck and couldn't see anything wrong. As we pulled away from Longview the shimmy felt worse than ever...so we pulled over…..again, we couldn't see anything wrong so we climbed back in the truck, crossed our fingers and hoped to make it home by seven. We travelled at the speed limit to Black Diamond and made the turn to Calgary - up the hill we went - shimmy and all. When we crested the hill, hubby said "It seems to shake less when we go faster"…..well, just as he said that a red Ford F-350 pick-up went by us the other way blasting his horn and waving at us. My husband then said "now I'm smelling something and that guy was waving at us." So we pulled over as quick as we could and jumped out. When we walked to the back of the truck it was immediately obvious what had been causing the problem: we had one lug nut left on the left rear tire and it was holding on by a thread...literally 1 thread left. As we stared at this lucky lug, the red pick-up came up behind us and pulled in. Our guardian angel had turned around and come back up the hill to see if we were alright. I'm thinking he would have chased us down if we had not stopped. It wouldn't have been a long chase.

As it was, Angel Phil drove my husband back to Black Diamond to get tow truck phone numbers and then brought him back out to where I was waiting with the truck. Saying thank-you doesn't seem like enough when the person you're thanking saved your lives. THANK-YOU PHIL! Bless you.