It was a very hot summer afternoon in Austria when Tamia’s mother accidentally locked her in the car in the parking lot of a supermarket.

They had gone to the supermarket to fill the refrigerator with food.

After shopping, Tamia’s mother placed Tamia in her child seat. She needed both hands to fasten Tamia’s seatbelt, so she threw the car keys into the front seat.

When she did, it’s possible she accidentally pressed the car-lock button on the keys. Or perhaps the button was pushed when the keys landed. Nobody knows. But when Tamia’s mother closed the rear door and tried to open the front one, she discovered all the car doors were locked. Tamia’s mother then remembered her purse with her cell phone and money was in the trunk. Everything was locked in the car: her phone, her money, and, most importantly, her little Tamia.

Tamia’s mother ran back inside the supermarket. She knew only one phone number by heart: Tamia’s grandmother’s. She asked a supermarket worker to borrow her phone.

The worker handed over her cell phone. Frantically, Tamia’s mother explained the situation to the grandmother and asked her to call Tamia’s father. Maybe he was nearby and could come help. But the grandmother soon learned that the father was very far away.

Still, Tamia’s father wanted to help, so he called a roadside assistance service. But they said it would take more than an hour for anyone to arrive.

Tamia’s mother was devastated. Because it was so hot, Tamia was turning red inside the car. Tamia didn’t understand why it was so hot and why her mother wasn’t in the car with her. She was crying loudly.

Her mother prayed.

“Dear God,” she said. “Nobody is here to help me. Only You can help. I really need Your help now.”

Opening her eyes, she saw a yellow car pulling into the parking lot. Roadside assistance cars are often yellow. Some people even call the drivers “yellow angels” because of their cars.

She was so surprised. Could it be a yellow angel? She looked more closely. It was!

Tamia’s mother ran to the yellow car, crying, “I need help right now! My little girl is locked in the car!”

A man jumped out of the yellow car. He grabbed some equipment from his trunk and rushed over. In just a few moments, he had unlocked the car and freed Tamia.

Tamia was so happy to be with her mother again.

The man thought that the only reason he had stopped at the supermarket was to eat a sandwich. But Tamia’s mother knew better. She knew that God had sent him there to rescue Tamia.

“You really are a yellow angel today,” Tamia’s mother said.