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An Angel Saved my Life

The abundance of Angels decorating my home for Christmas reminds me of this story. 
 
Do you believe?
 
An Angel Saved my Life  
by Sheri Gammon Dewling
 
A nagging feeling of doom woke me on that Sunday morning.  I could not shake it and there was no obvious cause.  I was visiting friends for the weekend and had borrowed a van to move some furniture for them.  I tried to shake off the feeling and the voice in my head telling me something bad was about to happen, but they would not go away. 

Over breakfast, I told my friends how I was feeling.  One friend said to me, “Someone is watching over you.  Don’t ignore it”.  I called my close family members and was assured that they were fine.  It was time for me to head home to the city but I was anxious with the feeling of doom looming over me. It felt like pressure on my chest, making it hard for me to take a deep breath.   After several minutes, I pushed myself to get in the van and begin my journey home.  In hindsight, it was almost like someone was trying to physically pushing me back into the house, to stop me from driving home. 

I needed to drive a two-lane country highway before making it to the freeway.  Less than 5 minutes into my journey I was driving down a long decline, approaching an intersection where my road met  another two-lane highway.  I stepped on the break to begin slowing down and nothing happened.  I began pumping the break, with no success.   In desperation I slammed down on the emergency break and again, no response.  It was a catastrophic break failure.  There was nothing I could do to stop the van.  I was moving too fast to jump out and heading full speed toward a red light at a busy intersection. 

The feeling of doom intensified and I instantly knew it had been a warning that I hadn’t understood or obeyed.  I began to pray to God and talk to that “someone” who was watching over me earlier.  “Please, please, please – get me through,” I begged.  It seemed that few seconds lasted for several minutes.  I watched the cars crossing in front of me as I was getting closer and my light was still red.  I saw that the highway began to go uphill on the other side of the crossroads.  If I could just make it through the intersection I could slow down on the incline and force the van into a park position on the shoulder.

As I crossed the intersection against the light, I braced myself on the steering wheel and looked back and forth at the oncoming traffic.  At the exact moment I met the intersection there was a break in traffic and I made it through without impact.  I could not believe my luck.  The van began to slow as I climbed the hill and steered the van to the shoulder.  I put it in park and let the air release from my lungs as I exited the van as fast as I could to move safely away from the road.  I sat on the grass and began to cry, as tremors of relief quaked my body. 

Once my emotions were under control, I called my friend, whose home I had just left.  I told her what happened and was met with stunned silence on the other end of the line.  After a moment she signed and said, “Your feeling was right – and so was I about your guardian angel”.  We both admitted to chills travelling through our bodies at that moment. 

There have been many times throughout my life when “the voice in my head” foretold an event accurately.  Whether you believe or not, I choose to believe that I have one or many guardian Angels guiding me through life.  I don’t know if they are relatives passed before me or strangers assigned to help, but I do know  - on that Sunday morning, an Angel saved my life.

 

 

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