An Angel's Intervention: Telling Me What to Do

From: Holly Cisneros (hblanc7@gmail.com)
Story type: Angel
Location: Louisiana
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Tue Nov 10 14:02:40 2009

In November of 2003, I had just started college. My friend, her boyfriend and I were going to listen to a band on a Tuesday night. Before we left the house we heard a bang on the back door. Almost instantly a tall man wearing all black and a ski mask was standing in front of my friend and me. We were sitting on the sofa. He was pointing an assault rifle at us and told us to put our heads in the sofa. I instantly thought "Well, this is it, I'm going to die." With this thought, I felt I had to do something to prepare myself for death. Having gone to Catholic school for most of my life, I felt what I needed to do was to begin saying the "Lord's prayer" over and over again out loud, and grabbed my friends hand and did just that. This actually was a little peculiar, because at that time in my life I had turned my back on God, and wasn't religious at all.

As the man in black and his accomplices, (there were about five of them) ransacked the house, and preceded to beat my friend's boyfriend until he was good and bloody, two of them, I suppose.. noticed that: "hey there are two women here." They told me to stand up because they "needed to check to see if I was hiding something in my pants." At that moment my prayers became faster and harder. The room which was noticeably very dark, began to get brighter. I, however, was trying not to open my eyes because I didn't want to look at these guys, but I could still see a little through the slits in my eyes. I began to have a feeling that I can't reallly explain. The closest words to describe the feeling would be calmness, but I had goosebumps all over as well. I knew that I was safe.

Another one of the thugs came in and took my arm and brought me in the other room before the others could do anything to me. He threw me on the floor. At that moment I heard something telling me what to do. I screamed "No!", as directed by the voice. As the man pulled me back up, I was directed by the voice to "grab on to something, anything." I grabbed on to something...they were a pair of white wings...I still don't know to this day if they were real or not...but that room too began to get brighter at that point. Then, the man that grabbed me looked at me and told me that he was not going to let the others hurt me. One of them slapped me, and the man told him to leave me alone. I've always wondered why at that moment he had decided to have mercy on me. Could he have seen something, the same thing that I saw?

After the thugs left the house, I felt as though I was still being told what to do. I told my friend and her bleeding boyfriend that we had to leave then... at that very moment...and get help. We went to the neighbors house and called 911. Something told me that I need to ask my friend "did you lock the door?" As he was locking the door, someone kicked it like they were trying to break in. About five minutes later the police arrived.

Since that night, I began to feel like there really are angels that protect us. My faith in the spiritual world was reaffirmed. My friend and I very well could have been killed or worse that night. I am sure that something..a guardian angel.. was protecting us and telling me what to do.