by Gloriam Gonzalez

 

"Gloriam, come back here!" my grandma screamed.

I was only 6 years old that beautiful Sabbath morning in Puerto Rico when I scared my grandma and the rest of my family.

My mother, a pediatrician, had to work at the hospital that day. But my grandparents, my father, my sister, and I were waiting to board a bus that would take us to Maunabo, where we could attend church.

At the bus stop Grandma had grabbed my hand and my sister’s hand. But when I’d looked down the road, I’d spotted a car belonging to one of my favorite uncles.

Excited about seeing him, I broke free from Grandma’s hand. Quickly I ran into the street to meet my uncle.

But just before I reached the middle of the street, I turned and saw a car so close to me that I thought, It’s going to hit me!

Then something miraculous happened: I saw my guardian angel descend from the sky and punch the oncoming car just before its wheels drove over me.

After the angel punched the car, the car started spinning and then crashed into a fence. In the meantime, I saw the angel fly back into the sky.

After the accident I could still remember seeing the car in front of me and the angel fly back to the sky. But it was my father who told me about the car’s tires stopping just in time.

"See the tire mark on the corner of your dress?" he said, pointing at me.

My day in court

Some time passed, and my father and I were summoned to court because of the accident. At the trial the judge wanted to send the driver of the car to jail. But knowing that the man was poor and had children relying on him to provide for them, my father decided to drop the charges and let the man go free.

Then one day after the trial, my father suggested that our family visit the man who’d almost run over me. When we got to the man’s house, my father handed me the book The Great Controversy to give him as a present.

Smiling, the man thankfully received our gift. Then my father told him the story of how my guardian angel had intervened and saved me.

"Wait," the man said. "I’d like to show you something. Follow me to the garage."

In the garage we waited as the man removed a cover from his car. Then he showed us the punch mark my angel had left on the car!

Incredible! I thought. My angel not only saved my life, but even left proof!

I’ve told many people this story so they’ll believe in God. That’s why I’m telling it to you, too.

I believe that God sent my guardian angel to keep me from dying that day. And for that, I thank Him with all my heart.