All my life, the mere mention of guardian angels made me laugh. The thought of each one of us having an angel to protect us, I couldn't really digest. But, yesterday's incident made me reconsider my beliefs.
In a newly industrialized area, I was going to pick up my friend from the hotel. With no traffic lights or signs on the turn, and just red cones separating the 2 roads, I ended up on the wrong side of the road and saw a huge car flash coming towards me.
Let me describe it all in detail:
I didn't really panic, just thought to myself: uh oh and looked to my right (it was blocked), then looked to my left and amidst the congregation of taxis, there a small space I could pull into. I swerved the car and stopped it there. And I was still calm.
Then it hit me. When the driver of the bus came down and started banging on my windows and cursing. My heart started beating, realising that a split second of not paying attention could have cost me dearly. It would've been my life and not theirs since I was driving the saloon.
What happened in those few seconds? It really felt as if a huge hand made the bus suddenly brake allowing me enough time to swerve the car. I am sure I had the radio on but during those few seconds, the quietness was deafening. Somebody was there with me, I felt it. Maybe not a somebody but a something, an energy. I was meant to live. I was meant to live. I am still alive. Just thinking about it now, makes me tearful.
Was that a sign (considering I have been lazy with praying on time and neglecting a few)? I think it was.
So, will I ever mock the term guardian angels again? I hope not, and may this incident serve as a reminder.
In a newly industrialized area, I was going to pick up my friend from the hotel. With no traffic lights or signs on the turn, and just red cones separating the 2 roads, I ended up on the wrong side of the road and saw a huge car flash coming towards me.
Let me describe it all in detail:
I didn't really panic, just thought to myself: uh oh and looked to my right (it was blocked), then looked to my left and amidst the congregation of taxis, there a small space I could pull into. I swerved the car and stopped it there. And I was still calm.
Then it hit me. When the driver of the bus came down and started banging on my windows and cursing. My heart started beating, realising that a split second of not paying attention could have cost me dearly. It would've been my life and not theirs since I was driving the saloon.
What happened in those few seconds? It really felt as if a huge hand made the bus suddenly brake allowing me enough time to swerve the car. I am sure I had the radio on but during those few seconds, the quietness was deafening. Somebody was there with me, I felt it. Maybe not a somebody but a something, an energy. I was meant to live. I was meant to live. I am still alive. Just thinking about it now, makes me tearful.
Was that a sign (considering I have been lazy with praying on time and neglecting a few)? I think it was.
So, will I ever mock the term guardian angels again? I hope not, and may this incident serve as a reminder.
Till we meet again,Sedeso
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