Christmas Angel

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Story type: Angel
Location: Kentucky
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Tue Jan 15 17:54:32 2008

During Christmas break in 2003, I wanted to spend my time off school with my grandma in Kentucky. I just turned 17 at the time, and my dad was unsure of me making the 4 and a half hour drive by myself. For weeks I begged him to let me go, since I hadn't seen my grandma in nearly a year (we were really close). Finally he gave in and agreed that he would let me go, but under the condition that I had to follow him up there. He really didn't want to let me go, he said his gut was telling him not to let me make the drive, but since he's always been a worrier, he decided that maybe he was just worrying too much about nothing.

One evening we set out to make our drive. I remember I had my 2 suitcases in my backseat, and one up front, when my dad told me to put them in the trunk, he told me never to travel with loose luggage.

The trip was going smoothly, we were about 30 minutes away when a car came to pass me as we were going around a big curve around the mountain. The car was directly beside me when I saw a car coming from the other direction (the car beside me was going to have a head on collision), so they swerved back over to my lane. I panicked and swerved my car over and went up a big hill. Although it lasted a few seconds, I remember all the thoughts that passed through my head. I remember looking to the passenger seat and noticing someone sitting there with a light shining on them (it was around 11 at night). At first I thought that me and my best friend were out, and we got in a car wreck, then I remembered I was alone in the car, following my dad to my grandmas. My car landed in a ditch, and I looked up to see my dad's car parked in the middle of the road, and him running back to me looking terrified. I knew I had to get out the car and let him know I was okay. Even though my back was killing me, I step out, and just as he came to me I couldn't stand anymore. He helped me back to the car, and we waited until the ambulance came, and I remember him going around to the passenger side and sitting there.

A few days later while I was still at the hospital I thought about the what I saw in the passenger seat during the wreck, but being an atheist at the time I blew it off and thought that it must have been a suitcase that I was looking at, and the light must have been a streetlight shining off it.

About a month after I got out the hospital I was thinking about that night, and I remembered that when my dad came around to my front seat that nothing was in it, he didn't have to move anything, then I remembered that he made me put all my luggage in the trunk. So it wasn't a suitcase I saw during the wreck. And I also rememebered that before the wreck I was just thinking how dark it was on that stretch of road, and how they should have had more streetlights, so there was no source of light that could explain what I saw.

I like to think that an angel was there. I can still see so clearly the form I saw, it was obviously clear enough for me to panic and think my friend was in the car with me.

Another thing I should add is something my dad told me a few years after the accident, he never told me before because he didn't want to scare me. He said that just a few feet from where my car landed was a steep dropoff that went straight down (we were driving through the mountains of Kentucky). He also said that in his rearview mirror he saw my car leave the road. He stopped his car and turned around and saw that my car started to flip over, he said right then he prayed "God please help my little girl" when suddenly it landed back on its wheels. He said he didn't understand how that happened since my car was on driven up on the side of a mountain, tipped over, when suddenly it just landed back on its wheels.

To make this story even more amazing is that I was sitting here reading these angel stories wondering if I should tell this one, when the next story I clicked on mentioned the town of Eubank, Kentucky...that's where my grandma lives, where I was less than half hour from at the time of my wreck:)