Do you believe in guardian angels? What do they look like really?
I remember this painting or print that my grandmother had in her living room. The evangelist Billy Graham even answered the above question with this quote from the Bible: “God will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways” (Psalm 91:11).
I seem to have started my acquaintance with angels at an early age. I wrote previously about hanging myself at the age of 6. (https://joyful2beeblogs.com/2016/01/06/how-i-almost-died-at-6/ ). I can’t help but think that a guardian angel timed things so my sister saw me hanging, ran inside, yelled over the dutch door at the top of the stairs for our mother. If Dawn had been one second later calling for our mother, her calls would have been inaudible over the noisy washing machine.
Thankfully mother heard Dawn’s calls, ran up the steps through the house and out to the swing set to rescue me. And not a moment too soon! I don’t remember anything after trying to reach the swing with my foot unsuccessfully! Someone was watching out for me.
Am I Just Lucky?
My husband once told me how unfair it was that I was so lucky. He said if there was a bear in a dark room and he went in not knowing the bear was there, he would exit on the other side of the room badly mauled. But if I went in under the same circumstances I would exit on the other side and when told about the bear, I would say incredulously: “There was a bear in there???”
Bad things have happened to me, just like everyone else. But for some reason my life has been spared. I hope it is because I have a purpose to fulfill yet. I almost died when I had abdominal surgery. I had been on a medicine that prevented extra heartbeats from occurring which also slowed and regulated my heart. While the surgeon was operating my heart slowed way down. The anesthesiologist quickly gave me a drug to counter the effects of the medicine and speed my ticker back up again. Boy was I surprised to hear about that afterward!
My life was spared yet again.
After working a 12 hour night shift in ICU I came home to find that my baby boy and husband were quite sick from a virus. I think they had been vomiting so they both needed my help at least for the first part of the day after I got home. They seemed to improve as the day wore on. I slept only about two or three hours. Being young and foolish I thought I could work another 12 hour shift and drive the 20 or thirty minute drive back home in the morning. Besides there was no one who could relieve me in the ICU!
Boy was I wrong!
The next morning I, in my stuporous condition, was not thinking very clearly. I was weaving off and on along the four lane road on the first leg of the trip home. The weaving got worse as I drove down the last part of the trip on a two lane country road to our home. I kept thinking I could make this last little trip okay.
I passed out.
I literally lost consciousness while driving but awoke seconds later when I realized that my car was driving down a ditch on the right side of the road at a seemingly high speed! I jerked the steering wheel to get out of the ditch and crossed the road but couldn’t straighten the wheel after that.
The steering wheel was jammed.
I continued at a 45 degree angle across the road, passed over the opposite ditch. I do not remember it but my tire tracks were visible on the telephone pole that I evidently rolled across while the car was on two wheels! I have no idea how that happened!
Somehow the car continued another 20-30 feet. When I saw a tree right in front of me and my out of control car was hurtling toward it, I remember thinking quite calmly, “Okay, Lord. This is it.” I have always felt close to God and was raised in our church and Christian family, so I have always felt safe and prepared for death.
I missed the tree by inches and hurtled another fifteen or so feet and hit the corner of a brick house. I had my seat belt on or I would have been thrown into the building!
I was still alive!
After following me for about ten minutes after I turned onto the road, a woman knew I was in trouble. She was horrified as she watched everything happening. After the crash she ran to my car worried that I would be dead when she got to me. But I was quite alive, just shaken up.
The owner of the house ran out of the house terrified thinking due to the impact of my car hitting his house, that a transfer truck had run off the road and hit his corner room where he was vacuuming! He was amazed to see only me and the car outside.
Twenty bricks in the corner of his home were damaged and needed replacing. I was unharmed; no scratches, no bruises. My car was totaled. I called the insurance company and the nice lady drove me the few blocks to my home.
The weird thing is I had no control of the car once it left the road. Someone was driving it for me or guiding it. It was just not my time to die. I believe I gave my guardian angel quite a scare that day.
In the future if I got sleepy I drank some coffee or pulled off the road to take a quick nap! Perhaps that accident was the wake up call to prevent another or worse accident later. I made an effort to try to get plenty of sleep before working after that. My husband did his best to see that I did too. I am thankful that I was spared that day.
Have you had an accident where you felt protected by someone? Please respond if you feel inclined to. No judgments made here!