Twice in my life I was saved from physical harm by my guardian angel.  The first time occurred at the age of 13. My father picked me up from Saturday classes, and since my mother was not present, I was going to sit up front next to him.  Suddenly, I heard a voice in my head, a mind-voice so to speak command me to "Sit in the back!"  Good thing I did, because five minutes later we were in a car accident. Had I been sitting in the front passenger seat, I would have gone through the windshield, because the car was not equipped with seat belts, as this was 1969. I was sitting in the back right passenger seat, and I sustained minor injuries. The next encounter occurred seven years later. I was walking down a street on the way to a hospital where my mother had been on duty as a nurse. It was an early winter evening, and I planned to wait for my mother until she went off duty later that night. As I was walking, a car with three young men slowed up. The man in the front passenger seat began to yell at me and spit at me. This was New York City, Queens, and it was during the time of the "Son of Sam" murders. I was extremely frightened. I kept my head down and walked hurriedly, just hoping I would make it to the hospital. Suddenly, I felt a warm and loving presence wrap itself around me. It was so beautiful, truly loving. It felt like a huge pair of wings.  I knew I was safe. The feeling stayed with me until I stepped over the threshold of the hospital. In that instant it disappeared. Needless to say, I spent the rest of the evening in the waiting room just contemplating what had happened to me.  To this day I will never forget that wonderful, protected and loving feeling.

Wildangel