Saved by an Angel (35 page)

But then, in a flash, something suddenly switched in him. Even though the road was completely deserted and there were no people about, he took off in a panic-stricken frenzy. It was as if something had prompted him to go. That would have otherwise been an inconceivable outcome!

I knew that the angels were protecting me from a very serious, dangerous, scary predicament! Their warning helped mentally and emotionally prepare me to deal with such a disturbing occurrence. I dread to think where that man would have taken me, and what he would have done! I might not even be alive today! I often wonder just what the angels did to scare that man away.

While I was shocked—almost in disbelief—once the ordeal was over, I felt lucky, blessed, and protected to have had the angels portend such danger.

Chapter 12

S
ENSING THE
P
RESENCE OF
A
NGELS OR
D
ECEASED
L
OVED
O
NES

P
ET
R
EUNION
by Patricia Genetos

My father passed away very recently. Right before Dad died, I asked him to let me know that he was okay. Unexpectedly, though, I became frightened as I lay in bed one night at my brother’s house, where Dad had suffered and died in the room downstairs.

The next thing I knew, I felt drowsy, and a pleasant wave of peacefulness came over me, flowing from my toes to my head. I then had a feeling of great joy and heard these six words: “I found Misty. How about that?” It was my father!

Dad had reunited with his beloved little white dog, Misty, in heaven. He knew that I, being quite an animal lover, would relate to what he told me. I smiled and went peacefully to sleep.

A P
ROMISE OF
L
OVE
by Laura M. Mehlhorn

When I was 19 years old, my great-uncle Jim was dying of cancer after years of smoking. The doctors had informed him that he only had a few months left before he would be too ill to travel and would die sedated and in terrible pain.

He wanted to see all of the family one last time before he got too sick. During that last visit, he put his hands on my shoulders, looked me intently in the eyes, and said, “I want you to make me a solemn promise, so don’t make it unless you intend to keep it. This is a promise to a dying man, so it’s sacred. Promise me that you will never smoke, never even put a cigarette to your lips.” He didn’t want to have anyone else go through what he was enduring.

Neither of my parents smoked, and I had not yet felt tempted to try it, so I thought it would be an easy promise to keep. I promised him, with loving tears in my eyes, that I wouldn’t smoke.

About four years later, I was spending an evening with my fiancé and some of his friends. One of the friends, a smoker himself, suggested that I at least try a cigarette since I never had. I had forgotten my promise. As I took the proffered cigarette between my fingers and considered getting it lit, I felt warm hands on my shoulders and a voice that held such a magnitude of disappointment in it. It said simply: “Oh, but honey, you promised!”

That was all I needed to hear. I instantly knew who was speaking to me, and I remembered the promise. I dropped the cigarette without ever having touched it to my lips, and I’ve never forgotten the promise again. I am now 53 years old and have a healthy pair of lungs—thanks to my loving great-uncle.

G
RANDPA’S
L
OVING
V
OICE
by Candice Graham

I was reading psychic medium John Edward’s book
One Last Time
and was very intrigued by its content. I was coming back from Florida and was sitting next to my husband on the plane. In the back of the book, there’s a meditation you can do to get relaxed enough to have possible contact with someone who has died and gone to the Other Side.

So I tried it, but at the end of the meditation, I thought,
Well, this is not working for me; maybe it’s because I’m on a plane with so many people around.
At that very moment, I heard my grandpa’s voice, clear as a bell! He said, “I love you, honey!” Tears welled up in my eyes and rushed down my face.

I was so relieved because I knew it was him. And it wasn’t scary, like I thought it might have been. It was him—his same voice, with the exact same timbre, and the exact same way he would say it. I have to tell you, it was fantastic. I just said, “I love you, too, Grandpa.”

Grandpa was a very religious Christian who went to a strict church where they didn’t believe in talking to the dead. So it’s ironic that he talked to me from heaven. I believe if you want to contact someone with all your heart and have the love of God in mind, this communication can be as wonderful as it was in the days when the person was here.

One of the reasons why this story is so important to me is that for years I have longed for some validation that heaven really exists. After Grandpa passed, I prayed so hard, “Oh, God, please let there be a heaven that Grandpa is going to.” Now I know for certain that heaven truly exists, and that Grandpa is home where he belongs.

A
ND THE
A
NGELS
S
ANG
by Susan

In November of 1995, I was living far away from my family. In the middle of the night, I was slowly awakened by beautiful singing. It sounded like a female voice, singing progressively higher-pitched notes. I was now wide-awake, but not at all afraid. Then, the last note was even more high-pitched, with a sense of lightness to it. The music crescendoed and then disappeared into the air.

Since the music sounded like it had come from the living room, I got up and began looking behind all the doors, trying to discover the source of the music. But there was nothing! The next morning, my family called me to say that my grandmother had passed away during the night.

A N
OISE
T
HAT
S
AVED
M
Y
L
IFE
by Brenda Gagas

A guardian angel guided me home safely from college one day. The year was 1991, in mid-September. I hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before I was to drive home for my sister’s wedding. I was tired, exhausted from a night of tossing and turning, with thoughts racing through my head. The drive was over four hours through the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and northern Wisconsin. About two hours into the trip on a two-lane highway, I found myself wanting to take long blinks to rest my eyes. It never occurred to me what would happen if I fell asleep at the wheel.

One long blink ended abruptly with a “thud” on the windshield. I opened my eyes wide, quickly looking to see what I had hit. There was nothing—no marks on the windshield in front of the passenger seat where the noise had come from, no debris flying in the air or rolling on the highway. I knew at that moment that the sound was different from hitting some object. It had too much solid force behind it, just as if someone had pounded a fist on the windshield. I looked in amazement at the passenger seat, knowing in my heart that God had sent an angel to wake me and prevent an accident that could have taken my life and more.

Well, the blood and adrenaline rushing through my body did not keep me awake for long. Within 30 minutes, I felt very tired again. I tried opening the windows and playing the radio loud. But my eyes still wanted to close themselves into a deep sleep while my car hurtled along at 60 miles an hour.

Before I knew it, another “thud” pounded my car. This time, cars were passing by me, and there was a slight curve in the road ahead. With my eyes wide open once again and my heart pounding heavily, I looked in my mirrors to see what had hit me. Nothing. The “thud” came from the left front fender, above my front tire. This time I was wide-awake, praying, and thanking God and my guardian protector.