Proof of Guardian Angels?
The First Occasion.
I'm not a staunch believer in Angels. I don't quite believe and I don't dismiss. I'm not even sure what an Angel is supposed to be but I have had few experiences that make me wonder...wonder quite hard in fact.
The first occasion when I thought 'Who did that?' is many years ago when I was twenty-five. My parents had both died a couple of years before and I was heading off to my graduation ceremony after I had qualified as a Nurse. My girlfriend (now my wife) was with me. She was driving as it was an evening ceremony and there was to be a meal with drinks and I didn't want to drink and drive. We were on our way down a dual carriageway at about 7pm on a dark winter's night and all was well. Then, out of the blue, I heard a voice in my head saying 'Pull back from that car in front'. I wasn't driving myself, my girlfriend was, and I felt kind of awkward asking her to pull back. Even though I felt awkward, i just had to say it because the voice in my head was so insistent.
I asked her to pull back and she did. Then about 10 seconds after this a car from the opposite carriageway swerved across the median and hit the car in front of us at about 60 mph. We managed to stop in time but only because we had pulled back. If we hadn't have pulled back we'd have either been hit by the swerving car or we would have ploughed into the two cars now in a serious accident. As we were both Nurses, we stopped and rendered aid to the occupants of the vehicles. One was seriously injured although he fully recovered.
I have no idea who or what put that voice into my head but it saved us both and gave us an opportunity to help the injured drivers. That experience was so strong that I have never forgotten it and I have often wondered what it was.
It never occurred to me at the time that it was an Angel.
The Second Time.
My girlfriend and I got married a few years after the previously mentioned experience and were expecting our first child. Everything seemed to be progressing just fine until the day she went into labour. The hospital was 70 miles away from where we lived and so when she went into established labour we started the journey to the hospital. When we arrived she was booked in and the labour progressed up to a point and and then stuck. An emergency Caesarian Section was required as the baby was in foetal distress. All I can remember in my helpless panic was asking for help, in my head. I begged whoever could hear my thoughts to help us all. I begged so hard I thought of nothing else. I did manage to ring my Mother-in-Law to let her know what was going on but apart from that I continued calling for help in my thoughts. I had no idea who I was calling, just that it was only thing I could do. Then I heard that voice again. It just said 'Everything's OK'. A couple of minutes later the Midwife brought the baby out to me to hold (men weren't allowed to be present for Caesarians in those days) and he seemed fine. I asked after my wife who was also fine.
The medical and Midwifery staff were brilliant but I think I got some 'extra' help from somewhere.
The Third Time
We live in Ireland. Things are really bad here financially at the moment. Despite my wife and I being in full time employment in the Health Service, it is difficult to make ends meet. We have our younger son in university in the UK and our older son, the one I mentioned above, has finished college and was unemployed for a year. There is no work available in Ireland these days for young people starting out. Our son was becoming really depressed and this was a great worry for us. Suicide in young people is a major issue in Ireland. He was applying for work anywhere he could think of. In desperation one evening I told him to print off a load of CVs and to post them through the letterboxes of local businesses. After his college course he had done a security course and gained the required licences for work in the security industry, so he started off with those security companies in the locality. He duly went around at 11pm that night hand delivering his CVs.
When he returned that evening he was very despondent, saying how he thought it was all a waste of time. I was so fearful for his mental health that I started my begging again. I begged who or whatever had helped me twice before, to help us again.
This time I can remember saying in my head 'Guardian Angel, I don't know who you are but I really need your help this time'. I had no idea if this Guardian Angel was one of my parents, grand-parents, God or a messenger from God. I'm not a religious person, so I must say that I was not convinced that it was God helping me. All I know is that I begged so hard that I was 'straining' if that make sense.
Next morning at 11am we got a phone call. It was from the nearest security company to our house. The manager spoke to my son and told him that just the day before, they had received a new contract and they were now looking for new staff and could he attend that afternoon for an interview. My son attended and got the job. That has meant so much, just the fact that he is working. He now sees value in himself. His self-esteem has risen and the depression has lifted. It's not a job he dreamed of but it is a job where he is valued. Things are good and our worry about his mental health has gone.
Is That a Guardian Angel?
I am a self-reliant person. I will always do for myself and my family whatever I can and I don't rely on outside help. After that first experience of getting help when I didn't even know at the time that I needed it, I did ask for help when everything was outside of my control. I didn't know who it was that was hearing my begging pleas but I now know that somebody heard those cries for help and responded.
Was this a Guardian Angel? Was this my parents or grand-parents? I really don't know. I've never seen this Angel, they've never told me who they are...but somebody is helping me when I'm in deep trouble.
I'm so very grateful to this entity, thankyou who-ever you are. I hope I don't need you too often in the future and I hope you don't mind if I do call on you if I'm in dire need. Thanks.
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