Saved by an Angel (31 page)

I started praying and asked for assistance:
Please make this tornado go up and over this house now.
Then I mentally affirmed,
We are protected. We are loved and protected now.
I asked my mother, who had passed on, to help us. I told myself,
We are not going to die; we are going to live.
The louder the noise, the louder I prayed. The sounds were unbelievable, and the shaking was tremendous, but then it all slowly subsided. When it seemed safe, I looked out the window and all I could see was green fog. We were alive and unhurt! It had passed.

Unfortunately, my neighbors were not so lucky. There was a total of six tornados at 7
P.M.
that day in Allison. Nine people were killed, and many homes were destroyed. Part of my roof had been taken off, a brass bed had been thrown completely over our house, and the hubcaps on my car were sucked off. There were a number of houses where only the foundation still stood. Many people were in church that Sunday at that time of day, and they came home to find their houses gone. We did not have electricity or water for days, but we were alive.

A man came up to me and said he saw the tornado sitting on my house like a hat, and he was sure we were all dead. Then he said it just took off up into the air. He said it was a miracle. It
was
—we were assisted by God and the angels. Another man saw the tornado hit our house, and he, too, had been sure we had all perished.

This experience changed my life. I believe in prayer and know that you only need to ask. As for the children in the tub, I doubt if they will ever forget the experience, and they now know the power of prayer, as well as the importance of asking for protection.

L
OST AND
F
OUND
by Bonnie Suzanne Koester

I had taken both of my daughters and their friends out to dinner to celebrate my oldest daughter’s birthday. The restaurant was situated on the Houston Ship Channel and had a large lawn in between the water and the building. We had a great meal, and after dinner, the girls ran and frolicked on the lawn before we left. As soon as we got into the car, my daughter’s friend exclaimed that she had lost her wallet with her driver’s license in it.

The girls all got out of the car and started searching the lawn. It was very dark, so I parked so the headlights would shine on the lawn for them. It looked hopeless, like finding a needle in a haystack. As I sat in the car, I relaxed and asked my angels if they would please show me where the wallet was. I then saw a vision clearly in my mind’s eye. I saw the wallet behind me, beside the backseat, near the door.

I got out of the car and opened the back door, fully expecting to see the wallet—that’s how clear the vision had been. But I couldn’t see it. It was pitch-black. I leaned closer, and then I saw a small glint of metal. I reached out, and it was the wallet! It was exactly where I’d envisioned it, even though I couldn’t see it with my physical eyes. That was weird and really cool!

L
OOK
W
HAT THE
A
NGELS
D
RAGGED
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by Carol Czerniec

A few years ago, I worked full-time, and my two children went to day care. My five-year-old son had a cat that he loved very much. She was fat and declawed, and we always kept her in the house. But occasionally, she would sneak out and hide under the juniper bushes, which were so sharp, sticky, and low to the ground that it was impossible to get her out.

One morning I had the kids in the car ready to go, and I had to run back into the house for something I forgot. Sure enough, that cat darted out and into the bushes. We were already late, and I knew from experience that it would take hours to get her out. I couldn’t leave her there all day and risk something happening to her. My son would never forgive me!

I almost cried in despair, but instead I asked the angels to bring her back in. I stood there holding the door open, waiting for the angels to help me. Immediately, the cat came out from under the bushes. She was walking very strangely, stiff like a puppet, with her eyes looking wild. She ran right in the front door without hesitating, and I shut it behind her. I couldn’t see the angels dragging her in, but both the cat and I knew they were there!

A C
OMFORTING
M
ESSAGE
by Anonymous

It was a particularly difficult time for me. I had been divorced about eight years, my sons were off in college, and I was in graduate school. I felt isolated, lonely, and fearful. As I walked along the beach in the Cape Cod town where I lived, I tried to apply a nursing theory that I was studying to my own life. The Betty Neuman systems model states that if any one variable in a person’s life is disrupted, the person is at risk of illness. An evaluation of me revealed an overweight, out-of-shape, isolated, and spiritually deprived woman.

As I thought about my status, I kept thinking of the influence that my early life was having on my current life. My dad had been a wonderful man when he was sober. When he drank, though, he became a monster, abusing my mother and frightening my three older sisters and me. Dad died when I was seven, adding to my feelings of loss, abandonment, and anger.

I couldn’t help but resent the effect my father’s alcoholism had on my psychological development. However, I decided that day on the beach to make changes in my life for my general well-being. I decided to go on a diet, walk more often, and return to church. We had always been devout Catholics, but after my divorce, I felt abandoned, even by God, so I had given up any religious affiliation.

The next morning, I got up early for church. I had a good, healthy breakfast and began reading a magazine with my coffee. There was an article about a medium who communicated with people who had passed on to another plane. I never doubted that there was life after death, so I was not as skeptical as many of my friends would have been about the communications she described. I sort of laughingly said out loud to the room, “If my father is around me, he has a lot of making up to do!”

I went on to Mass. During each service, there comes a time where we pray for those who have died. You can imagine my reaction when the priest said, “We pray for all who have died, especially for [he said my dad’s name], for whom this Mass is being said.” I felt a rush so strong that I turned around to see if someone had pushed me. There was no one close enough to have done so. I was so stunned by the mention of my father’s name (even if there was another man with the same name in the area) so soon after I sent off my spoken message to him! The possibility of this being a coincidence does not exist for me. I know that my dad is able to see me and knows what’s going on in my life, and that God allowed me to receive this reassuring message.

I’m now going to Overeaters Anonymous and am working with my angels daily. Dad’s heavenly message and my angels are helping me transform my life from victimhood to victory!

L
UCKY
A
NGEL
by Laura Curran

I have always known that angels were a part of me, watching me, protecting me, ever-reliable, sweet guardians. I have been blessed by so many miracles in my life now that I look back and say,
Wow!

One of the miracles that changed my life began on January 15, 2009. On this day I adopted a little boy dog—a six-pound apricot toy-poodle mix. He was three years old then. His coat had darker patches of brown that look like angel wings. He had no name, so my husband, Randy; my daughter, Lisa; and I called him “Lucky Angel.” I felt in love with him right away—we all did.

Two weeks later Randy and Lisa took Lucky Angel for a walk. He got scared by another dog barking, the retractable leash fell, and he ran off. We live in the desert, where there are mountains, tumbleweeds, and dirt roads; as well as coyotes, snakes, and all kinds of other animals. Behind our house is the Edwards Air Force Base, with solitude and open land everywhere.

I received a call on my cell phone: my dog had run away. My heart sank. We hurried to search for him before darkness fell. This was February 2, 2009. It was cold in the evening; we had flashlights; and we were screaming, yelling, calling for him. He did not answer our calls.

I received a thought that evening:
Go visit Doreen Virtue’s website and ask for help.
I did so. I asked the Angel Therapy Practitioners
^®
for assistance. The response was overwhelming. Everyone gave me hope, love, and kindness.

The days went by; we posted flyers everywhere. We followed every lead. We did not give up. I prayed and prayed; and the angels stayed by my side, loving me and sending wonderful people.

Sixteen days later I received a e-mail from a Angel Therapy Practitioner by the name of Ellany. She wrote: “Absolutely I am feeling that Lucky is in the desert and not with anyone at this time. I hope I am wrong. May Creator God keep him protected, and may he be returned to you, his loving friend. God bless and keep you. Keep me posted on how things go.” I still have her e-mail today.

I called Randy and said, “You need to come home right now. He is in the desert.” When my husband drove up, I was ready to go. He wanted to walk behind the house to look for Lucky. I said no, we needed to drive back into the mountains where the water was. I had a vision of a small mud puddle behind Red Mountain where it had rained. So we started driving, and as we approached a puddle of water, there on the side of the road was my dog,
alive!

I thought he was a mirage, but I called to him and he lifted his head, so I jumped out of the car as fast as I could. I picked him up, and I let out a cry of gratitude. We took him to the hospital, and his recovery was so fast!

Ever since then, my heart keeps opening up to love. My life has changed. I met Ellany—and she is a wonderful, loving, caring person. Things just keep getting better and better every day. I am deeply grateful to my angels and the Creator God for bringing me a dog who taught me how to feel
love.