Chic's Inner Mind..

My Guardian

Guardian Spirits are out there. They are real. I truely believe this.
They come in all shapes, forms, and sizes.

I don't expect everyone to believe me.
I don't even care if you do believe me or not.
All I do know is that They are real.

"But how?" you ask.

Let me tell you two stories.. all honest truth.. all happened to me.
And from these stories make your own conclusions.
And no.. I am not psycho. Nor have I ever been diagnosed with Any mental
disablity, disease, or Anything like that.
I am just a normal, everyday chic who has had Weird things happen to her.
So here are the stories..
Make up your own mind:


First experience

I was about eighteen years old. It was a nice spring night in my small town.
First warm night since last fall. I was out walking, enjoying the weather.
Going down familiar streets in my home town. A quiet town,
where the most exciting thing that happens on a regular basis is someone
gets pulled over for speeding. A safe place to live.. or so I had thought.

So, I turned down this one street next to the Catholic school. Just
walking along... minding my own business. All the sudden I heard a thought
inside my head say, "Why are you going that way?" I didn't know.
So, I turned back around.
As I turned I felt this rush of air and something go thru my hair.. then I
heard the "pop" noise. It was loud.
I looked where the noise had came from and didn't see Anyone.
But I knew.. I had just been shot at. So I ran.
Had I kept walking and not listened to that voice..
I would have been shot in the neck.. and either Seriously injured or dead.

Granted.. That time wasn't enough to convince me that there was something
watching over me. I did feel strange.
Always wondering where that "thought" had come from.
Grateful that it did.

The Second Time

A few years had passed since that first experience.
I was now twenty-two or so. I was out in the country with a group of friends.
Sitting on the side of a wide bridge in the middle of no where that
we liked to go to. The bridge was wide enough
that we could park our vehicles along one side.. and
it was still about two lanes wide.

My pickup truck was parked third from the front car.. and had two
cars behind it. Everyone was sitting in the back of my truck.
I was standing on the roadside beside it..
with my door propped open, listening to my radio (cause I had
a system in my truck at the time).
I turned the radio up and closed the door.
I put my arms on the side of my truck and leaned on it... facing the people in the back.
From behind me.. And No One was back there...
came a loud, parental sounding voice that clearly said, "MOVE!"

So, I did.

I walked to the tailgate.. and leaned there.
No sooner had I placed my arms on the tailgate when a minivan came
outta No Where.. and hit the side of My truck.
Right where I had been standing.. and Slid down the side of my truck with its side.
I stood up and had goose bumps.
Everyone was hollering about my truck.. my truck.
But all I could think was "That voice saved me again.. but I heard it."
I was a believer right then. I knew Someone or Something was Watching me.
Oh.. and my truck wasn't damaged much.. nor the minivan.
Neither was I.. thankfully.


You draw your own conclusions from that.
I believe. That's all that matters to me.

Weird Event

I don't know if this one fits in with the guardian aspect or not..
But it is an interesting tale none the less.

I was coming back to town from a concert. I was driving my truck (same truck..
actually.. I still have it). One of my guy friends was in front with me.
His wife and another chic friend of mine were riding in the back.
I know.. dangerous.. but they had No other way to get home.
Anyways.. It was fairly late.. clear night. We had a blast watching
the bands play. I didn't drink that night.. they did.
As I came across the bridge on the interstate it looked like it was getting foggy.
So, I slowed down to seventy mph.
As I kept going, it got more and more foggy..
when all the sudden, I saw lights up ahead and it looked like
a disel had pulled half off the road.. so I started to get over to pass him
when my headlights bounced off his Nonlighted side. I was about
six to nine feet from him.. doing seventy mph.
I swerved hard.. and cut around him just in time.. but
I had jerked the wheel too hard and sent the truck into a fishtail.
(I didn't know little trucks like mine could go sideways at 70MPH and not flip).
Anywho.. while my truck is fishtailing, trying to straighten out..
I looked around.. and realized that I was looking DOWN on it.
There I am.. some fifty feet in the air..
watching my headlights go left n right on the road below me.
I could even see the other side of the interstate and the headlights there.
I could see a lot. Including the disel which was smoking.. it wasn't fog.
It was smoke from his truck I had ran into.
But if I was up there.. who was driving was all I could think.
Then next thing I knew.. I am back in the truck..
it is stopped on the side of the road..
and everyone is ok.

I do not know how my truck stopped. I do not recall driving it.
I do remember looking Down at it.

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