Water Angel

Name:            Maribel Bobadilla
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Location:        Swimming Pool
Type:            Angel
Date:            Tuesday, April 11, 2000
Time:            06:36 PM

on july 4, 1989 when i was about 9 years old my aunt in inglewood was having a block party and invited the whole family along. her next door neighbor owned a swimming pool and let everyone in. me and my cousins decided to go swimming but none of us knew how to swim. my cousins and i got in but just stood holding on to the edge. after 30 min in the water we started getting bored and started getting out but i decided to go and try to swim so i threw myself and started swimming but then i noticed i was 14 feet deep. 

i started to panic and try to go up to the surface but it was impossible, the more i struggle the deeper i was going. i swear i saw my whole childhood passed by me. i got so scared once i saw that and started breathing all the water in. i could just see my hair and my hands going crazy. i was dying, i could feel it, i lost my hope and just stop struggling. while i felt my body going down i started praying "angel de mi guardia" meaning "my guardian angel", once i finish with the prayer i took a big gasp of water and started hearing my heart beat slower and slower. 

out of no where something really bright in front of me appear with sparkling wings floating gently in the water. i felt that it held me in it's arms and was telling me that i wasn't dying while it was taking me up on to the surface. i heard a lot of screaming and then felt someone jumping in and carrying me out. 

i was so gone that they had to do cpr on me. once they woke me up i saw all my cousins and people i didn't know crying. my mom was so shaky but at the same time mad. she started screaming that what was i thinking and that once i got o.k. she would beat me up for scaring her that way. i had to go through therapy for a whole year and i had to sleep sitting up because i couldn't breathe normally laying down. 

i'm okay now i sleep normal but i have such a powerful believe in angels that my whole room is full of pictures & ceramic figures. my sister gets mad because she has all her 2pac posters and all this gangster writing on her bed and on the walls. she thinks she's a little bad girl always trying to pick fights. but i tell her that one day when she has an encounter the way i did she'll start thinking differently.