The Pushing Angel

From: Mallorie Drury (mallorie5j@hotmail.com)
Story type: Angel
Location: My Step-brother's aunts house
Source: Form Submission

One day my step-brother (ken) and I went to his aunts house, well it was really boring there so he decided to ride his bike down their really steep, long, hill. I decided to go in becuase it is not that amusing watching a teenager ride his bike down a steep hill. I walked inside and watched t.v. and I sat down by the window, and I was wondering if he had already rode his bike down the hill. I looked up and gasped my mom said, "Whats the matter hun?" "Ken had a reck, a really bad one." I was practically screaming. Me and mom ran down the very steep hill and my mom yelled "call 911 Lynn" (Lynn is my step-sister) and she ran in the house, I looked at ken and his arm had a really deep cut about 5 inches long and 3 inches deep. His bike was in the ditch and he said he ran into the ditch. Then me and mom carried him up the hill with his arm around each of our necks. He choked out something then I said "what did you say?" and he said crying, while he stopped and choked "Let go of me I can walk up the hill my self" mom siad "no you can't ur arm is fixing to fall off we need to hurry up" (we were having this conversation as we were hurring up that long, very steep hill. Then Ken looked at me and he said "Please" so i gently took his arm (the one un-harmed and placed it down then my mom was holding his elbow and we were hurring as fast as we could i mean this hill is about 1/4 of a mile so she let go of his legs too, and he said, "Something is pushing me up this hill its not you is it? I said "no" mom said "no" so we looked behind us and nothing was there, "something is touching my back, pushing me" mom gently replied "it's your guardian angel, son."

e-mail me back of what you think and this is true, true as can be.