Do You Have A Guardian Angel?
Angels Or Coincidence?
I really believe that angels are around us and that they intercede to help us in our times of need because I have personally witnessed it. I also believe that people can be angels, for example when they impulsively step in to help someone. We've all heard stories of a man who exhibited amazing strength when he lifted a 3000 pound car off an injured child, only to find he couldn't demonstrate that same kind of strength after the incident was over.
Some non-believers try to explain human intercession as coincidence or they find many reasons to say it wasn't an angel who helped. Those who believe that angels really do exist will often repeat the details of a heroic incident.
I know my twin sister Nancy and I have a guardian angel who saved our lives when we were in a horrible car accident in the summer of 1970.
Without her help, there is no doubt in our minds that we would have died.
The Angel In The Phillies Jacket
Our match-making sister Abby was a reporter for a large Philadelphia newspaper where the male reporters outnumbered the females five to one which made it the perfect place for her to practice her match-making skills. While Nancy and I were attending Penn State University's summer program to earn extra credits to complete our Bachelor degrees, we agreed to a blind date with Jay and Dave who took us to the movies to see "The Sting," starring Paul Newman and Robert Redford.
After the movie, we stopped for a snack at Horn & Hardart's which was a popular coin-operated automat that had fresh food in refrigerated turn-style cases. About 11:30pm, we called it a night and they drove us home to the apartment Nancy and I shared in Bensalem, a suburb of Philadelphia. Nancy sat up front with her date Jay who was proudly showing off his new bright red Ford Pinto. I sat in the backseat with Dave, talking about our favorite parts of the movie and humming The Sting's theme song.
The traffic in center city was bumper to bumper because a concert at The Spectrum had also ended around the time we were heading home, so Jay used a side street to get around the traffic jam to access I-95.
We resumed talking after we were safely in the second lane heading North. On our left, a tractor trailer passed us at an alarming speed and he was very close on the tail of a small yellow car in front of him. The yellow car must have gotten nervous because it started to merge into the right lane in front of us to let the tractor trailer pass him.
The trucker stayed in his lane but didn't drop his speed while the yellow car was still moving over. Suddenly the big rig's front bumper clipped the yellow car's rear bumper causing it to flip over. It traveled some distance and landed upside down on the shoulder.
The cab of the tractor trailer smashed into the driver side of Jay's Pinto and dragged us with it for a few hundred feet. When the rig came to a stop, we were wedged under the back end of the rig. The accident caused a 12 car pile up because it blocked four lanes.
When I looked up and saw that the roof of the Pinto was completely sheared off, there was liquid dripping from the underbelly of the tractor's trailer. I could see that Jay was dead, killed instantly. My twin sister Nancy was slumped against the passenger door.
The driver's side of the vehicle took most of the damage, shattering front and back windows and pushing the full length of the driver's side of the car inward. The back seat was crushed by front seat and when I looked over at Dave, his head was bleeding profusely as he leaned against the frame of the shattered window. During the impact, I had braced myself by holding on tightly to the back of Nancy's front seat and pulling back Nancy's shoulders so she wouldn't go through the windshield. Now my arms were numb and I couldn't feel my legs but I was aware of blood running down from my head. All I had left was my voice and I began to call out for help.
Out of nowhere, a petite woman wearing a Phillies baseball jacket appeared on my passenger side of the Pinto. She was completely surrounded by a bright yellow glow that was very bright but not so bright that it hurt my eyes. I cried, "Please, get us out before this car catches fire!" She caressed my cheek through the passenger window and whispered "Don't worry, you are going to be all right. I am here to help."
She made me feel safe and comforted. This tiny person lifted Nancy from the front seat like she weighed no more than a small child. As soon as I saw that Nancy was safe in her arms, I passed out.
When I awoke, I was on a stretcher inside a fire rescue squad. Nancy lay next to me on another stretcher. The paramedic who was attending us was saying how lucky it was that I was able to pull my sister out of the car, considering I had two broken arms. I told him that I didn't do it, that it was a woman in a Phillies jacket who had helped us.
He said, "Mary, it's a hot August night. No one would be wearing a jacket in this heat."
I had two broken arms and cuts on my back, neck, arms and legs which required over 100 stitches. Nancy suffered a serious neck and back injury that required months of physical therapy. Her injuries plagued her for the rest of her life. Dave suffered a traumatic brain injury and was placed on life support. After two weeks, the doctors finally told his family that he was brain dead and that there was no hope. The machines were turned off.
Nancy and I were admitted to the hospital for observation, and we shared a room. While watching the initial TV reports, she talked about how lucky we were to survive the accident. Then she said she briefly remembered seeing a lady in a Phillies jacket, however the lights from the accident had hidden her face. I told her I also saw her. I said I couldn't see her face but not because of accident lights, but rather because of the ethereal glow around the lady.
For weeks afterward, Nancy and I caught every TV news report and read every newspaper story about the accident, but we never saw or heard anyone mention the woman who had helped us. Our sister Abby interviewed survivors and wrote follow-up articles for her newspaper. She said no one ever mentioned a lady in a Phillies jacket as one of the volunteers who helped the injured.
Nancy and I believe she was an angel, and that she was sent to take care of both of us.
Was the woman who helped us an angel?
Ben Breedlove's Near Death Experiences
Some people see angels when they experience near death experiences (NDE). Although I don't consider the angel who helped Nancy and I to be a near death experience, I have met patients have told me what happened to them, mostly when they were in the process of being resuscitated after their heart stopped. The same white light and feeling of love and peace runs through each story, but the take-away messages are different for each person.
There are naysayers who say NDE's are a trick of the mind. If it is, then there are a lot of tricky minds out there.
Ben Breedlove, from Austin, Texas, was diagnosed with a serious heart defect as a baby. Ben has had several near death experiences, the first was at age 4.
He tells his story using flash cards because it was too hard to speak at this point in his life. Ben's parents didn't see his video until a few days after Ben died on Christmas day, 2011 after spending Christmas morning with his family.
Ben Breedlove's story
Near Death Experiences
Do you believe in near death experiences?
Interview with Ben Breedlove's parents and sister
Ricci Enriquez Meets Her Guardian Angel
Have you met your angel?
Have you ever felt a hand on your shoulder?
Or maybe a tug on your shirt or a slight breeze on your face? What happened when you turned around?
You probably didn't see anyone there but you couldn't account for what you felt.
If you have a guardian angel story, please share it in the comments.
February 2014, Mary McShane
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