My neighbor is a great guy and a good , reliable friend . Decades ago he had four little kids to feed and had been hungry himself as a kid , so he worked three jobs to see that they lacked for nothing . One of the jobs he found was on night shift at a GM parts warehouse , pulling parts for shipment to GM dealers . He needed the work and soon was putting out about three times the orders that the other union guys were . He teamed up with a couple of other workers who also had a work ethic . Pretty soon the dealers calling in orders were asking that they be given to Frank’s team , because they would have the parts the next day , keeping repair customers happy , instead of waiting three or four days for parts .
The union bosses did not like Frank and his team’s work ethic .
One night , in winter , coming off shift , his windshield was snow covered . He opened the door , reached in , inserted the key , and started the engine while he was outside starting to scrape the windshield , when the bomb went off under the driver’s seat . He had an angel on his shoulder that night . He was re-assigned , and the dealers ( and their customers ) were unhappy again .