Hello friends,

I want to tell you an incredible story that changed my life and attitude to people. This story is about a person with a big heart and skillful fingers, who is eager to blend in our society. Please, read this story to the end.

My name is Amanda. I'm from Germany, but I’ve just moved to the United States, New York. I'm engaged in dancing and I was brought here by my boyfriend who I met at one of the concerts where we participated as backup dancers. He has lived here for a long time and he also has Russian origin.

About 2 weeks ago I left rehearsal and went home alone, to Brighton Beach, where I live with my boyfriend, by the car that my fiancé bought me. It was late, as we rehearsed a lot before the concert, but in the South Bronx, on the crossing of Eagle and Westchester avenues my car suddenly stalled and did not start, ironically my phone died, I began to panic because the area was scary and it was night. When I decided to get out of the car some dogs attacked me and I barely managed to run back into my car, I started to cry and sat in the car for about an hour until the dogs left.

When I again went out of the car to ask for help, I tried to stop a car that drove by with the words “Please, help me”, but it did not stop. I just angered the dogs who ran back in my direction baring their teeth, but this time they were far away and I ran to my car, I sat in it and started to sob violently, in despair and at that moment I saw how a 50-year-old man was running towards me with a stick, dispersing the dogs. I opened the door, he asked if I needed help, and through tears I began to tell him what had happened to me, but after a moment he gave me a piercing look and asked: Is it you? I was surprised and said that he took me for someone else, but he smiled and told me with a trembling voice that he had been waiting for me every day for half a year and that in his dreams I came to him every night and my face could not be confused with anyone else’s. I was very worried, but I was not afraid of that man for some reason, although by nature I'm a real coward.

I immediately thought that he was mentally deprived, but after looking at each other for some time he seemed to reboot and asked to get behind the wheel, after several failed attempts to start the car, he pushed it under a streetlamp and opened the hood. I asked him for a phone to call my boyfriend, as my phone had died and I couldn’t charge it, he said that he did not have a phone but immediately got a device with wires out of his pocket, picking up the right wire he connected it to the car battery. While I was waiting for the phone to charge, he did something under the hood and began to tell me: you are an angel and apparently you do not know about it. In my dream Drone came down to me and said that an angel would come to me and then everything would be fine and since then every night I dreamed of you in the guise of an angel. I asked with ridicule: What drone? Remote control? He said no, it was an old man who called himself Drone. Then I saw the dogs and wanted to immediately hide in the car but he took my hand and stopped, saying, “Do not be afraid, they will not touch you, they know that you are an angel”. And in fact the dogs seemed to have changed, they came up to us wagging their tails, at that moment I got goosebumps, I could not believe what was happening, he interrupted my consternation saying that I had to leave the car there its gas pump broke. When my phone charged a little, I called my boyfriend and explained that my car had broken down and that I would come by taxi. While we were waiting for a taxi, he suggested that I leave him the car keys and that he would try to fix it tomorrow.

I do not know why but I trusted him completely. When my taxi arrived, he pulled out a few dollars from his pocket and handed them to me saying, “I hope it’s enough for a taxi that's all I have”, to which I replied that I had money. Leaving I even did not ask what time I should come back. When I came home, I impatiently told this incredible story to my fiancé, after which he told me that I could forget about my car as that area was not favored and I even accepted the fact that I had to say goodbye to the car. A day later my boyfriend and I went to the place where I left my car to make sure it was not there and report to the police, but when we reached the very place, I saw my car and the man who helped me sitting on the grass under the tree.

Seeing us he joyfully jumped up and told me that he had repaired my car and that he did not leave even at night from it because he was waiting for me. I was so much happy and wanted to hug him and my boyfriend was very surprised since he was sure that the car had already been sold for spare parts. The man said he was William and told us that he was homeless, although he didn’t look like he was. Well, maybe he smelled a little bit bad. My fiancé wanted to give him money for repairing my car, but William said he helped everyone for free and he was ready to give his life for his angel. My fiancé even got jealous even though he did not admit it. We asked him to come to us so that he could eat and take a shower, first he refused, but we insisted, at dinner he said that he hadn’t seen me in his dreams for two days already.

After a shower and dinner, he thanked us and went away. When I have a change I come to him by the same car and bring him sweets that I cook myself and talk with him. During one of these conversations, he told me his tragic story. A year ago he left prison where he spent 5 years for a car accident, in which his entire family was killed by his fault. His house was taken away by the bank because he couldn’t make his loan payments. Before the tragic moment he worked as a technician in the field of electronics, after jail release he lost the meaning of life and began to drink heavily until the moment when he saw the first dream. After we met he stopped seeing the same dream and he calmed down and thought about collecting money to rent a house and try to open a workshop. But we know that it will take years. And I want to ask you for help. I want William to have the meaning of life again. I want this man who has skillful fingers and wounded but a big heart again joined our society. His life, in which he believed, depends on us and each of us can influence his future destiny, some people can help him materially and others – by making a repost. It will be enough to return William to our society, if 1000 people provide $5-15. My fiancé’s father is a lawyer and he can help make all the necessary papers. For us, this is a little money, but for him it is an opportunity to start a new life and I know we can figure it out since I am an angel.