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Guardian Spiritby lintili@nac.net
When I was in high school in 1976 I was in a terrible car accident. The funny thing is right before the car I was riding in struck the telephone poll, I jumped into the back seat and went immediately to sleep. I would have been decapitated as the force of the hit caused the hood of the Buick to come to a point and pierced the seat where I was sitting. I remember waking up and although I was in shock I can remember seeing the other two people that were in the car as well. I remember looking out the window and there was a figure leaning in towards me. I know it was a man, however, he was luminating and looking at me. I can recall a sense of friendliness and knew everything would be alright. After four years of pain that followed that tragic night, I was sleeping in my room in my parents house when I rolled over to my right side and there was the same figure. He was sitting beside my bed watching me. For an instant I froze then wiped off the covers and ran to my parents room. As I was waking my mother up I remembered the night of the accident and this warm presence that was with me that night and realized it was the same spirit. My mother, being the good Catholic mother that she is, told me it was my guardian angel coming to tell me everything would be alright. I often wished that I did not run from the room that night as I missed an opportunity to try to communicate with him. Years passed and I was traveling home from work one Saturday afternoon. The exit for my home was a two lane exit to the left and I was in the right hand lane. There was little traffic if any that day. As I was about a mile from my exit, I felt the presence of the spirit again and he told me that the big brown van barreling up in the left hand lane was going to cut me off. As the two lane exit approached and I would normally just go with the road, I let up on the gas, slowed down gently and sure enough the van cut me off. I would have been killed. I was totally calm anticipating this to happen. And then he was again. I often think about this spirit or angel that I have and maybe one day I will have the opportunity to thank him.
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