Just imagine. You are strolling around in Berlin. All the sudden the spirit leads you to a middle aged woman who is pulling a little cart behind her filled with scrap metal. I am stopping. I am walking towards her. I am starting to talk to this woman I had never seen before. She is a Roma Gipsy and is living by collecting scrap metal. Since she feels secure with me, she is sitting on a bench, inviting me to sit down as well. We are talking. She tells me about the severe rejection she is suffering by Germans. About a week ago, she is telling me, when she was collecting scrap metal, she was very thirsty. She saw women sitting on the balconies of their apartments and asked them to fill her bottle with plain water. She was driven away by them, being told that she should buzz off, that there is no place for gypsies in Berlin. She told me that she was from Serbia. Her father had left the family when she was three years old, her mother died when she was four. She was given to another family to work and never had a chance to go to school. She is illiterate. I started to share the Lord with her. Her eyes starting lightening up and she agreed that God would never disappoint her. I asked her if I could pray for her. She agreed. While I was praying she started to cry severely. The Lord was obviously touching her. After the prayer I asked her if she would accept some money. A friend of mine who had been walking with me gave her 20 Euros. We parted with blessings. – As I was walking on I told my friend that I felt like having met an angel or Jesus himself, while ministering to her. Laughingly he answered, “yes, and she must be thinking of having met two angels in the street.