Our Polish angel guides us

While others in the small street in the farming hamlet looked at us, sneered and were uneasy with our presence, a lone Polish woman realised we needed help and waited for us to approach her so she could guide us to our destination.
Our guardian angels were at work once again. As we looked back over the years we knew there was no way the people we were to meet were not coincidences, they were put in our path for a reason...to save our sorry hides.