Motorcycle Angel

From: Angel (angelicarlim@hotmail.com)
Story type: Angel
Location: Philippines
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Wed Jun  8 14:08:22 2011

This happened one day during my last year in high school. In my school we wear white uniform which has to be 2 inches below the knees and a dark blue belt (for high school). In the Philippines we just stop the public vehicles (jeepney) anywhere when people finally reach their destination. We don't have certain bus stops, or even if we do it wasn't followed. Sometimes the jeepney would take time to stop beside the streetwalk, sometimes it would just stop in the middle of the street (or anywhere in the street).

School was already over so I decided to go straight home instead of staying for a bit outside of school. I rode the jeepney and soon I was close to my house so I had to go out. The jeepney stopped in the middle of the street so I went down. I was still in the middle of the street, stepping on the yellow line when I noticed on my left there was a motorcycle approaching.

I stood there frozen because I did not know what to do. I have no idea why he just didn't stop. I could see his face and it's like we are both clueless of what to do. All the while I thought "it's either he stops or I'll get hurt real bad". And then it happened. He hit me with his motorcycle. I was surprised I wasn't hurt at all when it hit me. His motorcycle went to the side and I fell down in a girly sitting position (where girls wearing skirts would sit with both feet on their side almost like a mermaid). My white skirt was placed down neatly and did not reveal anything. That made it seem amazing to me.

By that time we were already sliding - him on his motorcycle and I. His motorcycle was on my left side but I could not feel it. I was even looking at him struggling and at those school kids in front of us. After that I just stood up like nothing happened. Nothing hurt except a little scratch on my right pinky finger. My legs which was on the ground sliding did not have any scratch. My shoes only had a tiny scratch. It seems unreal. Then I realized someone must be protecting me. I remembered that I have my rosary in my backpack so I thought my Guardian Angel was there to protect me.

The motorcycle driver asked me if I was okay. I was too shy to ask him back if he was okay. And then I saw that he was a pizza delivery guy. I felt bad thinking I might cause him to lose his job. After that I just crossed the street and walked feeling so embarrassed. But then the people there know me because of my dad. Police came and told me I have to go to the police station which was just near our house. And I also have to go to the hospital to check if I broke some bone. In the hospital they did all sorts of check ups but no bone was broken and I only have a minor scratch on my right pinky finger.

Thank you my Guardian Angel.