Tim Rohr
My brother, Chris, was born on this day (September 29) 40 something years ago. When he was two, he was run over by a van, twice. Chris had crawled underneath the family van in our driveway. My dad had been working underneath the van and didn’t notice that Chris had crawled in after him.
My dad had finished fixing whatever he was fixing and was cleaning his hands when my mom got in the van to go somewhere. I still remember my dad’s scream when he saw my mom back the van over Chris. My mom didn’t know what she had run over. She had felt the bump. Perhaps she thought it was a tool or something. So she went forward to get off of the “bump” and ran over Chris again.
Again my dad screamed and my mom, paralyzed with fear, stopped the van on top of Chris. I can remember my dad tearing open the back of the van to get the jack. He jacked the van up off of Chris, pulled him out, and of course drove like a mad man to the nearest emergency room.
Some things you never forget, like the look on my parents’ face when they came home with Chris, complete with tire marks embedded in his two-year-old back, but not a single broken bone, and quite alive.
A miracle, yes. Needless to say, Chris was ever thereafter, my mother’s favorite son. And I never begrudged her a bit.
Adventures were not over for Chris. As a teenager, he rolled his jeep down a mountain. The jeep was totaled; Chris managed to crawl out with a few cuts and bruises.
About a week before his wedding a few years later, Chris and his fiancé lay upside down in his pickup truck cab. Someone had run a red light and Chris had plowed into the side of the other vehicle so hard that his truck somersaulted over the other car and landed upside down in the intersection.
Chris and his wife were married a few days later — his wife in a cast and both of them with severe cuts and bruises.
Guardian angels you say? Perhaps that’s why God gave us Chris on September 29, the Feast of St. Michael and the Archangels.
I’m a believer. My mom is too. You might say that “Happy Birthday”, has a special meaning for Chris…and for those of us who remember seeing his two year old body under the wheel of the van that day.
What we didn’t see was St. Michael and the Archangels holding up the van till my dad got the jack under it
Jessi Kuehn
On Sunday, March 21, 2010 at 12:30 A.M. I got into a serious car accident. I fell asleep at the wheel, going the speed limit, on a dark country road. I took my 2007 Honda Accord and slammed into two trees just barely hitting a mailbox. When I came to, the first thing I noticed was the sea of airbags all around my head and the hiss of the engine. I knew I hit something but didn’t know what. I thought it was a rock or a post. I located my cell-phone and by using the light on it, I was able to feel around my car and notice a few things. First, the engine was coming up through the floor and middle console. I saw that the windshield was cracked and the hissing noise was coming from the front of my car. It was then I knew I had done some serious damage. I panicked because I thought the car was going to explode so I tried to get out the driver’s side door but it was crunched shut. So I used the light on my cell phone to see if the passenger side door was okay. Seeing it was intact I tried to get over there but realized my right foot was stuck. I had to unwedge it from the accelerator pedal because the pedal had round itself around my shoe and also my foot. When I unwedged my foot, I broke my foot, but didn’t know it. I know from memories that I had a time and half getting my foot unwedged. The shoe was left behind due to it being stuck. I got out of the car and noticed I was in a ditch. Of course I hobbled on one foot to the back trunk of my car to wait for someone to come by. No one was on that road for a while. I saw maybe one car pass and it never stopped. So I hobbled to the middle of the road taking my chance of getting hit to get help. That’s when I saw a car sitting there out of my line of vision. The headlights were on and the car was idling, as if they had seen thw whole accident happen. A girl came out of the car and approached me. The girl never said anything, grabbed my purse from the car through the passenger’s side door after I said something about it still being in my car and she placed me in her back seat. She called 911 and said there had been an accident. During this time I called my dad and told him where I was, he then called my husband. I don’t remember much but when the paramedics came they said I was just standing there, there was no other car that was sitting nearby after I protested I was in a car waiting for the ambulance to show up. The girl told me her name was Angela and that she was here to help before the paramedics showed up. I got my cell phone and I showed the paramedics I had never called 911. So they don’t know who had. They swore I had hit my head. But I remember the girl saying’ God Bless You’ when she lifted me up from her backseat and held me up until the ambulance came. I swear she stayed until the ambulance came though I remember her physically passing me from herself to the paramedics. Shortly thereafter, my Dad showed up, and I remember Angela still being there watching me. I turned from the ambulance crew to thank her for her help and she had vanished…car and all. I never heard her leave or her car door slam. My dad had said he saw no other cars on that road.
I was taken into the hospital and put into ICU for five days where they did surgery on my foot. The talus bone broke in half in my foot, that’s the bone that helps the foot flex up and down. This was the foot that was on the accelerator. They had to put it back together using screws. I ruptured a kidney, but they didn’t want to take that out so they put a stint in it. I have a sprained/fractured wrist. There’s a bone broken off in there somewhere or chipped.
I shouldn’t be alive today. I thought God never cared about me, or left me, but you know, I left Him. This accident is my testimony that there is a God, I am a miracle, and Guardian Angels exist. Especially my Angel, Angela.
Saved from the Fire
On July 29, 2001, I had an experience that I know I had to have the help of a
guardian angel. My husband is 77 years of age and he has the onset of
Alzheimer's. I had a candle burning in the kitchen and I was in the bedroom
folding up clothes that I had just washed. I heard my husband say, "I need
help." I called to him and said, "What is wrong?" As I was
calling to him, I was making my way to the kitchen. As I entered the kitchen
door, I saw a huge flame coming from the drain board and I ran and grabbed some
type of cloth and threw it into the sink. My husband got one and threw into the
garbage can and I grabbed the can and poured water in it to stop the blaze.
There was still one piece of cloth on the drain board burning. I grabbed it and
threw it into the sink where the water was still running and I put out the
fire. Neither my husband nor got burned and the only damage was a burn on the
Formica about one half the size of a saucer. We had to have help from someone,
and I just know it was a guardian angel because for some reason, my husband had
put the kitchen towel over the candle and caused the fire. It took me a while
to clean it up, but I was so thankful we were both alright. I do believe in
guardian angels and I always feel secure knowing they are there.
- Zelma H.
Steered to Safety
When my son was small, he was going to summer school. One afternoon, I drove my
car to pick him up at the school. I was early so I stopped at a 7 Eleven to get
a Big Gulp. It was too big for me to drink all at once and it was getting time
for me to pick up my son, so I put it on the floor of the car. It fell over and
I bent down to pick it up. I lost control of the car. There were cars parked
all over that street, but my car went in between two of them and came to a
standstill on a little hill in front of a townhouse. I believe there was a
guardian angel watching over me that day and steering the car. Another time, I
was in the hospital after a heart attack. My blood pressure was very high. I
was given too much medication and my heart stopped. I passed out. I remember
talking to someone just before I woke up, but I can't remember what was said.
- S. Cormier
Warm and Peaceful Aura
My experience with a guardian angel came six months after my husband died. I
had bought some new mattresses from the furniture store, and they were being
delivered. I bought the mattresses at a store some 30 miles from my home, so no
one in that furniture store knew that I had just suffered a devastating loss.
The delivery man came up to the door with the mattresses. He brought each one
inside and put them beside the wall. I told him that I would put them on the
bed later. My 11-year-old son was standing in the living room with me when the
man was leaving. I made some small talk with the gentleman, but revealed
nothing of my life, my loss or my sadness. As the delivery man opened the door
to leave, he turned around and said, "Lady, I have to tell you
something." He said that he hoped I would not think him weird or anything.
He told me he saw an aura in my living room - an aura that was peaceful and
warm and loving. He also said he felt as if there was a lot of love in my home.
He went on to tell me that he has been able to see auras since he was in a
terrible accident in his early 20s. He almost died. I had never before laid
eyes on this man. He could not possibly have known my plight. My son and I just
stared at him. I told him my husband died several months back. He was not
surprised by that revelation. He just felt as if he needed to tell me about the
love and peace he felt in my home. I thanked him for telling me. It really made
my day. My son still smiles when I tell this story.
- Kay W.
Slap on the Shoulder
I don't believe in ghosts, guardian angels or God. I have been an atheist all of my life, while respecting all religions and beliefs. Some years ago, however, I did have an experience that I couldn't explain - and left me wondering. I had been working in the United States and had returned to live in England after four years. During my time away, my father died of cancer and I made a brief trip home for the funeral. Apart from that once, this was my first time home since his death.
I arranged to take my nephews on a day out at a local amusement park and zoo. I picked them up, seeing that they were safely buckled up in the rear seat, together with my youngest daughter who was eight years old. My 12-year-old daughter was in the front with me as we set off on a short journey that I had made many times in the past. I had a sad feeling come over me during the journey, as I realized this route was also the one I took when visiting my father, and I felt I was grieving for him for the first time. The road we were on is a divided highway with two lanes in each direction and lots of blind curves that can be taken at speed. As was my custom, I was well over the speed limit, but enjoying a clear road and a fast car. Suddenly, I felt a violent slap on my shoulder. I slowed down as I turned to complain to the kids to stop fooling around. As I turned back, still slowing down, a truck came into view around the next bend. I stood on the brake and came to a halt inches from contact. The truck had jackknifed across the two lanes and, had I not slowed down, there would have been no way of avoiding a serious accident.
After my heart had stopped racing, I
asked the kids which of them had smacked my shoulder. They all confirmed that,
as they were buckled up, it wasn't possible to reach me, and that no one had
moved at all. That evening I related all this to my sister, the mother of my
nephews, and she pointed out that the incident occurred just where I would make
the turn-off for my father's house, and that all his grandchildren were in the
car with me. She really believes that he intervened that day and, for a while,
I had some doubts and gave a lot of thought to it. I still can't explain it,
and no longer try. But I swear that I can still feel the blow to my shoulder as
though someone gave my a hard punch. The odd thing is, that the blow was to the
front of my shoulder, not from behind, where the children were.
- Tony
