Three Inspiring and True Angelic Stories
I have a friend who was hiking in the Sierra Nevada Mountains
They were many miles away from the nearest person and were walking around a reservoir filled with water. The three year old said she wanted to go play in the water. The Daddy explained to her that the sides of the reservoir were very steep and she couldn't wade in because those sides were too steep. The water also got deep very quickly and he explained that she didn’t know how to swim.
The little girl understood and they walked on around the reservoirs edge. In less than a minute, the girl tripped and rolled down the steep bank 5 to 10 feet and into the water. She struggled, and with each panicked move swept farther out in the water. My friend (Daddy) raced down. He stood in the water and reached as far as he could, but the little girl was just inches out of his reach. She was quickly moving away from shore.
My friend (Daddy) stepped farther into the water this time, and with water up to his waist, his feet slipped in the steep reservoir bottom. His little girl slipped just inches out of his reach. He took another step into the water, the steep decline this time caused the water to be up to his shoulders. Just as he grasped her hand, his feet slipped, however, his little girl clung to him. His head and his one year olds head went under the water. He kicked with all his might, but couldn't get his head above the water.
He felt they all three would drown and he desperately prayed. “God, help me!" He raised his right hand in a desperate effort toward the shore and felt a strong hand grasp his. My friend (Daddy) was yanked up out of the water with his two daughters. They were taken up the 10 feet to the flat land above the reservoir.
They were all saved! My friend (Daddy) was laying there holding his daughters and quickly turned over to see who had miraculously saved him. No one was there. The shore was empty. They were the only people within miles. He knew then, that they had been saved by an Angel. God had heard his prayer!
The Accident That Never Was
It was Christmas Eve and I was driving to a friend's house during the hectic, Los Angeles rush-hour. The night was pitch black and raining so hard that visibility was nil. The three lanes of traffic on congested La Cienega Blvd were stopped for a red light and my tiny white sports car was the last in a very long line of vehicles. I was in the far left lane, wedged next to a 2 foot high cement island, casually looking through my rear view mirror at the reflection of the street lights and holiday decorations on the dark, shiny wet street behind me. All of a sudden I saw the three cars. There was one in each lane speeding towards the stopped traffic, exceeding the speed where they could safely stop. The cars suddenly slammed on their brakes and started sliding and swerving all over the road as they attempted to stop.
I knew for certain that my car would be hit and having no way to escape it, murmured, "Please, God, help me", as I braced myself for the impact. I kept looking through the mirror and watched the cars approach. Unexpectedly, I felt a very gentle, soft tap at the back of my car followed by a slight lifting sensation but didn’t see a car hit me. I then heard the crash of the cars slamming into each other. I waited a few moments for the dust to settle and then got out of my car to see what had happened and give assistance if anyone needed help.
As I exited, I was surprised to find my car sitting on the cement island. I had not felt enough of an impact to have moved that far, plus the car was exactly parallel to its original position. It was as if it had been lifted up and moved three or four feet to the left then gently set down. It seemed slightly strange but at the time I really didn't give it much thought.
Fortunately, no one was physically hurt. However, there was considerable damage to several of the stopped cars and the three cars that had hit them. What amazed me was that everyone wanted to know how I was and how much damage my car had suffered. I said I was fine and that nothing had happened to me or my car, because I wasn’t hit. With that statement, fifteen people stared at me with disbelief, asking "What do you mean nothing happened to you? We saw your car fly through the air! You got hit harder than any one else." We all walked to my car and observed that there was not one scratch or mark on it, and also realized that the position of my car was against all possible laws of physics.
I was thankful that there were so many witnesses to this incident because it opened my eyes to the miracle that had just taken place. From my perspective nothing happened and I wasn’t hit. After the others told me what they saw. I realized that a force had protected me by lifting my car out of harm's way. Although I didn’t see or hear anything, I know the gentle tap and lift that I felt had to have been from my Guardian Angel.
-Cyndi Hall
I had a similar experience while a sophomore at VCU on Grace Street, Richmond, VA in 1968. I was sitting in the driver's seat of my little 1962 VW beetle parked in front of our apartment on a rainy evening awaiting my college room mate to head out for a night of partying in the "Fan District". He was taking his usual sweet time getting ready and I was about to nod off when I awoke at the sound of slippery screeching tires/brakes and subsequent crashing boom! Time froze and when I awoke, I found myself gently deposited on the soft green lawn hill of grass without a scratch. My little VW had been "totaled" in the rear-end and the passenger door had neatly opened and I had cleared the sidewalk and the small stone wall bordering it! You may ask, do I believe in angels? You bet!
