How a Phone Call Saved My Life
Saved by the Bell
A phone call literally saved my life. Coincidence or Divine intervention? I'll tell the story and you decide.
At nineteen my mom got pregnant. Her boyfriend was overwhelmed at the possibility of becoming a father and took off for a little bit to figure things out. My mom did not know if he was coming back or not. She had little education—no job—and no money. She definitely did not feel ready to be a mom. The only option she saw as being a good one was to have an abortion.
The appointment was made. The day came. My mom was on her way out the door when the telephone rang. Something told her that she should pick up the phone. After hesitating for a moment, she walked over to the phone and picked it up.
"Mommy! Please don't go!" a fearful voice echoed on the other side of the line.
"You have the wrong number," my mom responded. Her heart began to beat rapidly as the girl went on.
"Mommy—please! Don't go. Don't do it. I love you. It's me, Jennifer."
Tears burst from my mother's eyes. She thought to herself, "I think my little girl just called me!" It didn't seem possible but all she knew was that she was going to have this baby no matter what.
My dad came home soon after. My mom told my dad about the phone call. They agreed that having the baby and getting married would be the right thing to do and that's just what they did. They named me Jennifer. My parents are still married today and I have two younger siblings.
That phone call was the first of many "mysteries" that have impacted my life. Time and time again I should have died but by strange circumstances, I kept narrowly escaping death or would somehow get rescued from danger. So—how would you interpret this story? Coincidence or Divine assistance?