Do You Believe Angels Watch Over Us?

I think it’s important to understand what I mean by being watched by angels. It doesn’t always mean having things happen that I can’t explain.

It means having my life enriched by love. Both by family and friends. It means having respect from those around me. Even when hard times come (and they do), I have the strength to manage.

A clear example of angels.

There’s one vivid experience from my mid-twenties where I knew for sure there was an angel looking out for me.

My sisters lived on Vancouver Island, so when they came home, they had to take the ferry between the island and the mainland.

Often, I was the one to pick them up. We would visit on the way home to Mum and Dad’s. I would drop them off and then head to my place.

I was almost always five to ten minutes late, but my sisters were never late. One day, my dad asked me to pick up the girls. I called to let them know I’d pick them up and promised not to be late.

There was a long stretch of road with the ocean on either side leading to the pick-up area for the ferries. The road had only two lanes.

I hadn’t seen the line of cars coming off the ferry yet, so I knew I wouldn’t be late. Cars always left before the walk of passengers. Finally, there would be no complaints that I was late.

Less than a mile from the ferry, I could see the cars starting to approach. There wasn’t much room off to the side of the road.

The speed limit on that roadway was 30 mph. I was probably going about 45 mph, as was everyone else. It was sunny, and the road was straight.

Suddenly, I looked at the car approaching on the other side. I watched a young man with hands on the steering wheel pull it to the left, and the car came into my lane. As he did this, I pulled my car to the right without thinking, and I was able to barely escape a head-on collision.

Looking in the rearview mirror, I watched as the little car hit the small truck behind me. No way the driver of the truck could have avoided that car. The truck was too large to go onto the roadside. The small car hit the truck and was thrown over the hood, flipping several times, and landed in the other lane. Watching it happen was like watching a James Bond movie.

The truck driver was in shock. His truck was drivable, and he pulled to the side. He kept saying, “I couldn’t do anything. He came out of nowhere.”

After checking the truck driver was okay, I felt I had to see if the car driver had survived. I knew he couldn’t have, but I had to check. There wasn’t a pulse, and his neck was broken. He looked so young.

Remember, this was before everyone had cell phones. Someone called the police and ambulance, and I waited with the truck driver. He needed to be checked out.

I arrived at the Ferry pickup area about 20 minutes later, and my sisters were steamed. They complained as they got into the car and, after one look at me, asked what was wrong. I guess I was white as a sheet.

The officer told me I could give my statement at the police station the next day if I wanted to. It turned out the young man had had a cerebral hemorrhage and passed out while driving away from the ferry. We were all very fortunate that there weren’t more lives lost.

My car should have been the one hit in that accident, and with my little car, both of us would have been killed.

I knew that an angel was watching over me. How did I look over at that car just as he passed out and pulled the steering wheel to the left? How did I instinctively pull my steering wheel to the right and without thought, just do it?

Being an angel

I try to help people where I can without making a big deal. I feel that I owe it to others to help because I have been so fortunate. Really, it’s an obligation.

Being an angel doesn’t take a lot of money or time. Think of saying good morning to a senior when you walk by them. Ask how they are. Complement their hair. Be sincere. Be interested. You might be the angel who brightens their day.