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| Delora Nixon |
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| 10/13/05 |
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An Angel Watching Over Me |
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����������� We often ask ourselves, "Do angels really watch over us?"� There was a time when I experienced an angel watching and protecting me. |
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����������� It was a bright sunny day in October of 1999.� My son, Antonio, and I were traveling down Warwick Boulevard to go to my grandmother's house. I was just getting off from work at Gateway. Often I would go and get Antonio from school so that he would not have to go home alone. I was also eight months pregnant with my second child. I was very big, weighing a little over 200 pounds.� I had sold lunches at work that day for my grandmother; we were raising money for our civic social club. We sold crab cake, fish, and chicken lunches, profiting about 250 dollars.� I had been singing all day the same song called All Day Long I've Been with Jesus.� |
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I was driving a maroon Volkswagen Jetta on that particular day. The traffic was not very heavy, nor were we in a hurry. I was talking to Antonio and singing some of the songs on the radio. My grandmother lives on Nettles Drive and that is where we were headed. We crossed over Oyster Point Road heading toward Wendwood housing area. I could go through Wendwood to get to my grandmother's house. This kept me from waiting at a long stop light. My son and I had stopped at the intersection to make a left hand turn at Wendwood road.� Out of nowhere, we felt a jolt in the back of us. A huge black Buick had just rear ended us. My car hit a gray pick-up truck. I knew that the Ford-150 I had just hit was brand new because it still had thirty day tags on it. My hand grabbed my son. I ducked because when the car slammed into us, it felt as if that car had rolled over top of my car.� Immediately afterwards, I felt a shadow fly away from my car.� It was as if someone or something passed over us, and then it was gone. �I asked Antonio if he was hurt. He told me that he was fine. He than asked me was I alright and was the baby alright. I said, " that I was alright and so was the baby." I knew this was true because about two minutes after the accident, I felt the baby kicking. The man in the truck that my car hit called the police, and then he asked if there was anyone I wanted to call.� He let me use his cell phone to call my grandmother's house, where everyone was, including my mom. It was a blessing to me when Antonio saw my Uncle Gary driving down Warwick Boulevard. He flagged him down, and he came right over to help us. |
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����������� When my mom arrived at the accident, she could see that my car was in bad shape.� The back window was shattered. There was glass all over the street, in the back seat of my car, and in my clothes and hair. All the papers that were in the back window of my car were flying all over the place. I also had a Bible in my back window. It came to the front seat of the car, landing in between my son and me. The car was hit so hard that it was bent downward with the middle pushed up. The door on the driver's side would not open, nor could they cut the door open. It was too great of a risk, because I was pregnant.� The stereo in my car was a pop out radio. The radio never hit me; it just bolted out and landed on the dash board to my left. The car was considered a total lost. When the ambulance arrived, the paramedics took all of my vital signs and put a neck brace on me. This was done as a precaution, just in case there were more injuries than they could see. ��I was eventually pulled from the passenger side of the wrecked car and was immediately taken to Riverside Hospital.� When my mom was able to talk to me, I told her that the lady's car rolled over my car. My mom explained to me that that was not true. I told her I felt as if the Buick had rolled over my car. I ducked so that if the roof caved in it would not hit my head or Antonio's head. I want to say also that there was about an inch of space between my stomach and the steering wheel. It was a miracle that my stomach never hitting the steering wheel, endangering the life of my baby.� Was there an angel watching over us? The only injury I had was a small cut on my forearm. |
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����������� While lying in the hospital having tests done to make sure that we were alright, I realized that my small family was protected from any hurt, harm, or danger by an Angel. I knew that God sent help to keep me and my children safe. My husband realized that the people that mean the most to him were just in an accident, and it could have been worse. He too realized that God had sent an angel to protect us, keeping us safe. |
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����������� This event has made a major impact on me. It was truly a defining moment for me. I now have a different outlook on life. God has always played a major part in my existence, but this event has provided me with the proof that miracles do exist. �I am constantly telling others about the day my guardian angel saved me and my family. |
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