Angel Voice

From: Brinda Mae (ldysnowhawk1@aol.com)
Story type: Angel
Location: Craigsville, Virginia
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Wed Dec 26 18:53:31 2007

In the summer of 1978, I was applying for a government job, which meant I had to travel back home to Virginia to get my birth certificate. I had been adopted by my mother's sister, and had lived all my life in Maryland, with regular visits to my birth family. I like to joke that I have 5 brothers and sisters, but I'm an only child.

As I pulled in the driveway, I noticed my Uncle Willis, mowing the lawn next door. I had always been close with him, though it had been a fews years since I had seen him, and I decided to walk over and say hello.

I got out of the car, and just as I turned to go towards my uncle, a voice, clear and strong, sounded in my head, saying "Don't go down there!", and a force seemed to turn my head completely in the opposite direction. I thought nothing of this until later, when I realized what had actually happened.

I continued on to my mother's house, where I met with my younger sister and brother, and we decided to take a ride back toward the main town of Staunton. This was about an hour away. We were going to have dinner and then go to a movie.

As we passed my uncle's house next door, I heard my brother say "There sits Willis, out in the yard, with that Peterson boy." I did not turn to look, I never saw my uncle or anyone else at that time.

My brother, sister, and I drove to my sister's house in Staunton, we were there maybe 15 minutes, when the phone rang, it was my mother, almost hysterical, telling us to come back home, that Uncle Willis had been shot. We made the trip back to Craigsville, faster than usual, and arrived just in time to see the ambulance people and the police at Uncle Willie's house. He was being removed from the house, and since his face was covered, we knew that he had died.

About 2 months later, I received word from my brother, that the Peterson boy had been arrested for the murder of my uncle. He had been found wearing my uncles rings and watch.

If I had proceeded down the drive way, over to Uncle Willie's house, who know's if I would be alive today? Because I heard a voice, and my head was turned, I know without a doubt that a guardian angel turned me away from death that day.