A little run-in

Sunday morning I was running ridiculously late and didn't really take the time to defrost my car. I could see out of the windshield and the rest of the windows remained covered in a veil of ice. In my hurry I pulled out of my road ignoring the fact that I couldn't see any on coming traffic. It's a normally very quiet road with very little traffic and I just took the gamble and of course lost. It wasn't a hard hit and it took a moment to register what had happened. Once it did I turned into a puddle of tears and got out of the car to see what had happened and if the other driver was ok. Out of a huge SUV comes a large african american man dressed up in his best black suit and red tie and all I could think was "Please don't kill me." It was one of those moments when you know you screwed up and will gladly admit it and just don't want to be cussed out int he mean time even if you deserve it.
This man promptly folded me into his arms and told me he was fine and was more worried about whether I was ok or not. My stupidity run amuk and he was worried about a complete stranger. He checked my car and both of our vehicles were perfectly fine and we were fine and then he commented on our matching Christmas church attire to make me laugh. At this point I was amazed at the kindness I had literrally ran into. Then I was more amazed as the man took my hands and suggested we say a prayer of thanks together and then go on our own ways to God's house. I stood shivering in the cold, crying and praying with a total stranger who was showing me an amazing amount of grace.
I may never meet this guy again and that is really ok with me. I had a stranger show me a little Christmas grace and for that I am eternally grateful.