Angels in the city of Angels

I am blessed. Today I was waiting for the bus, and both buses stopped for me when I was not waiting at the bus stop.
Last week, I was waiting for the bus, but decided it would be easier to ask for a ride for me to get to where I needed to go. At the light I asked a man in a car if he was going in my direction. No. Then a man rolled down his window and asked where I needed to go. Michael was the name of my angel. With a bald head and clear eyes, we spoke for a few moments. Is he Jewish? Yes. I told him I was getting married soon and blessed him to find the right woman. I am grateful for the messengers G-d sends me.