Was he an angel?

My little shop was a huge success. I had more work than I could handle with 3 embroidery heads. Since I had a guaranteed income as a subcontractor for a large T-shirt company,  I felt confident that I needed to buy more equipment.  I was getting orders by the HUNDREDS and was tripping over boxes.  It was really bad because I didn’t have a way to dispose of the cardboard.  I would throw the empty broken down boxes in the back hallway and take them to the dump once a month or so. One day I almost lost it from frustration when a guy came in asking about getting shirts made.  He rescued me by offering to haul it away for me. He filled up the entire back of his pickup.  I ran out to thank him, but he just disappeared.  Literally gone, poof! It was like a miracle to me, I never saw him again.