A few years ago i was in a car accident. The car in front of us got hit by the car in the next lane. Next thing i knew, a car was coming toward us then, crash! My Mom pushed the airbag away from her face, coughing, and made sure that my brother and i were out of the car. When we got out of the car  she put herself on the ground and laid her head down. When i saw her on the ground i couldn’t help but to scream out loud, ” SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP MY MOM!!!!”  over and over again. I let my tears run down to my cheeks. Then he came. I didn’t know who he was, or where he came from, but he stayed with us. He came to my side and said, “Come here, lets pray,” so i prayed with him, “…full of grace, the lord is with you.” i prayed with him until the ambulance came. When they finally came my brother, my mom, and i went into the ambulance. I turned around and i tried to look for him, but he wasn’t there. I didn’t know who he was, or where he went, but all i know was that a saint had just comforted me when i needed it. I believe that he was a saint and he was there for me.