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Three incredible stories made me believe in a Higher Power. And that they help me through life, guide me. Tell me, did the guardian angel send SMS to anyone?

Just 5 years ago, I thought my life would never get better. The black stripe has been extended! My business partner - we had a network of car washes - bankrupted me. He forged documents, took loans supposedly to develop the business. And when the banks started tugging at us, he just ran off with the money in an unknown direction. Under one loan, he also pledged our business. I couldn't pay my debts and my car washes were gone. I was just crushed. But trouble does not come alone. My wife left me. I loved her, for me her betrayal was a tragedy. And I registered it in my apartment, which I inherited from my parents. We had to exchange living space with my wife (already ex) after the divorce. She - odnushku, me - a room in a communal apartment. And at the age of 32, I was left without money, without work, without a beloved woman, in a small cell in a communal apartment. Despair, depression overwhelmed me. Started drinking out of frustration.

SMS from guardian angel

Somehow drunk I went to the embankment (I live in a seaside town), walked along the pier. I stood on its far edge, I look at the waves. And suddenly I thought: "Just jump now - and it will all be over." It made me feel better at that thought. I would jump. But then the phone beeped. I got it - the text message came. Opened, read and stunned. It was a promotional message from a recruitment agency: “Don't drown your talent in the stormy waves of the sea of ​​life! Come, we need you!" No, it's like a normal publicity stunt. But text! To receive such a message before you actually decided to drown yourself! It was like someone grabbed me by the collar and shook me. I even sobered up right away. “Here, I think, you idiot! What did you think! In general, I left alive and healthy from this pier. He did not drown either his talent or his body. But such a hit of the text struck me.

The next day I went to this agency. I was offered a good vacancy in a technical firm, they took it right away. In general, he began to work, slowly getting out of depression and poverty. Later I met a nice girl Tatyana. I soon realized that I was in love. Tanya gave me back my faith in love. Her grandmother Anna Ignatievna lives in the village and knows a lot of interesting things. Well, not a witch, of course, but something like that. A very unusual person. Once Tanya and I visited her, I told Anna Ignatievna about that saving text message. Tanya's grandmother immediately, without hesitation, declared to me that it was my guardian angel who tried! There are no such coincidences. But I didn't really believe her.

Again the guardian angel intervened?

Soon the second unusual story happened. Tanyusha and I went to my friend in another city by car, through a mountain pass. Hear - the message came. I slowed down to get my phone. But suddenly I see a flock of crows on the road in front of us. They roar, they jump on each other. In front of the car, everyone scattered, only one remained, rickety. Lame, but can't fly away. We stopped, Tanya says: “Let's pick her up. I'll take her to my grandmother, she comes out with a bird. And then it will die!” I went out, but the crow does not go into my hands. Finally caught. And when I put her in the back seat, she calmed down there, as if she had been riding in cars all her life. I took out my phone to see what the message was. And there is nothing! But we both heard the tune! We looked at each other and moved on.

We drove another 100 meters, and there - a collapse. Several hefty stones fell on the road. And one hit a car that overtook us while we were fiddling with the bird. The driver is all wounded. We put him in our car - and to the hospital. And when they returned, Tanya suddenly says: “Mish, but we would be in his place. If not for the message, then yes, not a crow. Here's where it hit me. Again the guardian angel intervened? Well, Anna Ignatievna, when we brought her a bird, had no doubts about this. And yes, they started to dissipate. Granny cured the crow, but she did not fly away, and lived in the rural yard.

Double from a parallel world

And the third case made me finally believe in everything otherworldly and mystical. True, there were no text messages here. Tatyana was waiting for me to call her in marriage. And I pulled everything - I could not forget my divorce. And there was another reason - a beautiful girl came to our office, who laid her eyes on me. She was troublesome, groovy, all the men looked at her. And she gave me all the hints. I couldn't choose everything. I love Tanya. And when I see Lenka, my brains are on one side.

I was walking home from work one evening, having drunk a little, my colleague's birthday was celebrated. Towards me - a strange man, subtly resembling someone. And in his hand he carries ... a cage with a crow! I didn't feel like myself. And he came up to me and said: “Take Tanya in marriage. You will be happy! And with this one you will go to drown again. And look into the ring more often. I said, “What are you? Sick?" And he smiled: "Don't you know, or what?" And disappeared, as if dissolved. What kind of glitches? What ring? I sat down on a bench to digest what had happened. I look - next to the ring lies. Golden. No, it's some kind of nonsense! It's someone lost. But how does that guy know about the ring? And everything about me? And where does he get a crow from? But he still grabbed the ring from the bench.

In the morning I looked in the mirror and I felt really bad: that guy looks like me! Just one on one. Only he is 10 years older. I came to my senses for three days from such a meeting. I decided that I thought I was drunk. And then Tanya made an offer. And he was happy when she agreed. After that, I couldn’t even look at Lena - I didn’t like it at all. Grandma Tanina told about the meeting with his "double", and about the cage with the crow, and about the ring. He concealed only that it was he who ordered me to marry Tanya. And he hid about Lenka. And Anna Ignatievna told me that it could be my double, who appeared from a parallel world, sent by my guardian angel. Or maybe it was... myself, only from the future.

She had no idea at all that I dreamed everything. Clarifying when I met a double, Anna Ignatievna said that around that time Toska, a cured crow, had disappeared from her. “Well, okay,” I said, and my head was already spinning from this devilry. - And why did he tell me to look into the ring? And how to do it? Tanya's grandmother said that when you need to make some important choice, make a decision, you need to put the ring in a glass half filled with holy water. This must be done at midnight, light a candle next to it. Then you need to look through the water into the ring, asking a question that needs to be solved. And in the ring you can see an image, a sign that will help. Perhaps after this, a prophetic dream will occur. In general, the ring will say all this correctly, as my double promised. And after you look into the ring, you need to thank your guardian angel. He, if anything, will also tell you.

Tanyusha and I got married, we have been living happily for 3 years. Bought an apartment. Lenka disappeared from my life forever - she quit that office. And soon I left and started my own business. He went well with me, now he is flourishing. When I need to decide something, I look into that ring. And I remember that man with the crow. Was he or was it just my imagination? I think it was. Maybe someday in my life will appear. After all, this is still my guardian angel!

Mikhail Shimelov, 37 years old

Doreen Virtue is a Ph.D. in Philosophy and Psychology, a clairvoyant and author of books on guardian angels, spirit guides, and ascended masters. According to Doreen Virtue, most people see angels, ghosts or spirits of their deceased loved ones every day. Before some, ephemeral creatures appear in the form of classical angels with wings; others - in some incomprehensible way enter into a dialogue with relatives who have gone to another world; third angelic visions are available only in a dream, but these dreams are not only very realistic, but often prophetic. After reading the book How to See Angels, you will learn amazing stories of people who experienced angelic visions or received vital messages "from the other side" in prophetic dreams. In addition, Dr. Verche offers step-by-step instructions to help you make eye contact with Divine Beings, as well as learn to understand the signs and messages from them.

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The following excerpt from the book How to see angels. Real People Stories (Doreen Virtue, 2008) provided by our book partner - the company LitRes.

Part I. True stories of people who saw angels

Chapter 1

angel feather

The story of Kate O'Reilly

This happened in 1998, after I was discharged from the hospital, where I was in the intensive care unit due to my pneumonia. I was then prescribed every conceivable and unimaginable medicine that had only been invented to treat this ailment, and sent home to finish my treatment with an order to adhere to bed rest and take medication regularly. When I left the hospital, I felt that I had been discharged early, but there were no more vacancies, and I was told that, given my age and general health, I would soon recover at home.

That evening I tossed and turned in bed and could not sleep for a long time before falling asleep. At half past three in the morning I felt that there was someone in my room, and from this I woke up. When I opened my eyes, at first I thought that it was someone from the house wandering around the house, but, turning over on the other side, I saw two huge creatures. Looking at them, I could not understand how they - of such and such a size - could fit here, in my modest little room?

The figures let me know that someone had sent them to protect me while I slept. For some reason, I immediately knew that they were angels. One is a male, three meters tall (this is, given that the ceiling height in my room is no more than two and a half meters), dressed in gray-blue clothes. His face expressed such love for me that it already seemed that this alone was enough to help me get back on my feet. The second angel was female and completely white. She radiated a soft, caring energy and reminded me of those angels I read about as a child, human-like but with wings. I wanted to touch them and stretched out my hands to them - they immediately disappeared. I fell back into my restless sleep.

When I woke up in the morning, I experienced strong emotional excitement because of this "dream". My daughter and granddaughter came into my room to check on me, and I told them about my nightly visitors. My daughter, being quite an adult, was skeptical about my story, and my four-year-old granddaughter really liked this story. When the wave of excitement subsided a little and the daughter helped me get out from under the covers so that I could go to the bathroom, my granddaughter squealed with glee. Getting out of bed, I followed myself out from under the blanket with a fifteen-centimeter feather, apparently stuck to my sweaty leg due to the high temperature at night! To be honest, we didn't know what to think. I was confused as we never had any feather products in our house. The daughter was speechless. And the granddaughter began to dance with joy because the angels left us their gift. She said that it was not a dream, because angels always come to people at night. And, of course, these angels were real!

I carefully removed the precious feather from my foot and placed it on my room altar.

The next night I felt much worse than the day before, as if I was getting worse instead of getting better, and I decided to call a doctor if things didn't get better soon. At 3:30 in the morning, just like the day before, I woke up again due to the feeling of someone's presence. Turning on the bed, I saw the same angels again! They were standing in front of me, and suddenly the one who was male asked if I was ready to go with them to paradise.

The angels said that this time they were sent to help me decide whether I want to stay in my human body or leave Earth. I thought about all my plans and unfinished business - nothing seemed to matter to me as much as the opportunity to go with the angels. The love and goodness they radiated was so attractive that I wanted more and more to go with them. Suddenly I thought about my seven grandchildren and how my friends always told me: “It’s not without reason that you have seven grandchildren – there must be some special meaning in this. Perhaps you, too, are an important part of this very meaning. I caught myself thinking that if I left now with the angels, I would no longer have the opportunity to gather all my relatives together to say goodbye to them, hug my children and kiss my grandchildren. So I told the angels that I wanted to stay here on Earth for a while longer.

The angels replied that if I decided to stay, the only way for me to be saved would be to return to the intensive care unit in the hospital, and the sooner the more likely. Having said this, they disappeared as suddenly as they appeared. Soon the eldest daughter took me to the hospital. There it turned out that my pneumonia had progressed and that I arrived at the hospital just in time, otherwise I would not have been saved.

The next night I woke up again at half past three in the morning, hoping to see my angels again, but they were not. Perhaps they were embarrassed by my move to the hospital room. I was sad to think that I would never see them again, and I began to think about how to return them. I realized that I had to ask them a lot of questions, and I felt like I missed the opportunity to do so. Having doubted the correctness of the decision made the day before, I began to cry. Tears streamed down my cheeks as if I were mourning my old friends with whom I spent the best years of my life.

A little later, my daughter and granddaughter came to me, whom I told about angels. Since then, I have not spoken to anyone about it. I was so weak that I tried to direct all my energy towards a speedy recovery. My daughter had many problems of her own, and I did not want to disturb her again. In conversation, she mentioned a strange thing that happened to her early in the morning. She said that at 3:30 in the morning she was awakened by a strong feeling about making an important decision that she had to make. She was puzzled and surprised by such a nightly insight, but now, after many months of deliberation, this decision is made. She finally knew what she had to do.

I smiled. My angels have not left us. Despite everything, they were still with me and with my loved ones. Since then and to this day, I have kept that gift - an angel's feather - as the greatest treasure.

Embraced by angel wings

History of Joan Scott

A few years ago, when my mother was dying painfully from lung cancer, each new day brought new difficulties, and it was unbearable. I did not consider myself a good nurse and constantly repeated: “I can’t ...”, to which I always heard from the visiting nurse: “No, you can ...”

One night, lying in bed, I frantically whispered: “God, I need help!!! I need help, God!!!" - and almost immediately I saw a large cluster of angel wings completely surrounding me and wrapping their arms around me. I felt incredible comfort and support and realized that I was not alone. It gave me the courage to move on and the strength to continue caring for my mother until the end of her time.

Even after my mother went to another world, whenever I have serious difficulties, I know that I can always count on the support of those same angels with wings.

The power of our angels' love

I worked as a teacher's assistant. On the first day of classes, the entire team of workers gathered to get to know each other. We sat in a large circle and took turns talking about ourselves. My turn has already passed, and I said everything I wanted to. It was the turn of the woman sitting a little to my left.

As soon as she spoke, I saw two angels and thought that this woman was like a hot steam coming from asphalt pavements on hot days. The air above and around her seemed to move just like steam, after which it began to play with many different colors and turned into blue wings, or rather, into two pairs of wings. Then I was able to see the formation to which these wings were attached. There were two of them. They stood on either side of the woman, very close to her.

My vision lasted for a fraction of a second, and of course, when I came to my senses and tried to see everything more carefully, alas, there was nothing else and no one there. I was shocked. How it was like the old witch stories! I froze - alone - while the others continued to talk as if nothing had happened. And I didn’t understand or hear a word of what they were saying. I felt like I was suspended in the air for a moment. I tried to take a breath and realized that I was still on the same wavelength with those wonderful, divinely beautiful creatures, and although I no longer saw them, I literally physically felt that immense love with which the angels surrounded the woman. When I came to my senses, I sat in a circle and recalled the experience. Tears welled up in my eyes - from the realization that next to each of us there are our own angels, whose love for us cannot be expressed in any words.

I dared to tell about it only to some people, but no stories can convey what really happened. It is incredibly difficult to recreate the feelings and emotions that I then experienced.

Trainer Angel

Terry Walker Story

Stephen, my 11-year-old son, suddenly decided to play baseball during his summer vacation after several years of playing football. Most of the guys on his team had been playing baseball for several years, and they were doing very well. Stephen also played well, but, finding himself on the pitcher's hill, for some reason he always fell into a stupor and could not hit the ball with a bat. Needless to say, he had strike after strike. In training, everything turned out great for Stephen, but as soon as he was on the playing field, the boy immediately lost his nerve.

One day I was sitting on the podium and watching him play. Steven had already had two strikes and was getting ready for the pitcher's hill again. I felt that his self-esteem was falling before my eyes; I really wanted him to be able to hit the ball, and I began to pray to his guardian angels to help him hit the ball and run to first base.

At that moment, I saw an angelic being hovering over Stephen's shoulder, who was already on the pitcher's mound. The angel lifted his eyes, looked straight at me, raised his thumb and smiled radiantly. I just couldn't believe my eyes! I looked around to see if anyone besides me saw this angel, but no one else seemed to notice him.

And then I heard the sound of a bat hitting the ball! Steven hit the ball and the ball flew between first and second base, straight to the right side of the field. Steve ran to second base, then to third, after which he returned to home. The look of joy on his face was indescribable! He was so proud of himself.

After the game, I told my son about the angel, to which he replied: “I knew that something wonderful happened then, because I felt something holding my bat, and I heard someone say to me:“ Hit! - and I hit the ball! This just proves that the angels really want to help us, you just need to ask them about it. Since then, Stephen has been constantly talking to his angels.

Tara is my healing angel

The Story of Robin Ann Powell

Late one November 1998, a close friend of mine sent me an audio program called Healing with the Angels. I was glad to get it, because the state of my health at that time, to put it mildly, left much to be desired. All the healing methods that I had already tried by that time worked at most for six months, no longer.

I must say that angels have always been very significant to me. Long before I received "Healing with the Angels", their figurines and images, donated by friends and relatives, were everywhere in my house, but at the same time I never saw real angels, did not hear their voices, did not receive from them important messages, never tried to use their healing power.

I remember that when I played Doreen's recording for the first time, I fell asleep about half an hour after I started listening, and nothing out of the ordinary happened after that. But about three weeks later, my kidneys got very sick. The year before, I had contracted a bladder infection that I just couldn't get over. Since then, the disease has progressed rapidly, and my kidneys have become inflamed. I eventually had to come to terms with the need to constantly take antibiotics to relieve the fever and relieve the pain. And now, on December 12, 1998, the kidneys began to ache again.

My husband and I had a bit of an argument this morning, and I asked him to sit next to me on the couch until I left for work. We reconciled, I calmed down and closed my eyes. Moments later, I saw a truly magnificent female creature. She had long black hair; she was dressed in a white dress. She said her name was Tara and that she would keep her palms on my kidneys all day, even when I was at work, in the store. She also said that I myself am an earthly angel. In incredible surprise, I opened my eyes and told my husband what had happened. Shocked, we sat in silence for a while. Was it really? Or is it my imagination?

I went to work hoping that Tara would heal my kidneys and after a few hours the pain was really gone!

A long time has passed since then, and the pain in the kidneys has never returned to me, and - I know this for sure - will never return! I'm sure it was listening to Doreen Virtue's recording that helped me connect with my angel.

Angel in the delivery room

The story of Jacqueline Regina

At that moment I was in the maternity ward of the hospital where my daughter was giving birth. She was in terrible pain, and I began to pray to God to give her strength and help us both get through this. Suddenly my daughter turned pale. She seemed so weak and lifeless, and her eyes seemed to be begging me to help somehow. I didn't know what to do and felt even more helpless. I prayed, “Lord, help her!”

At that very moment, I saw a huge angel appear next to my daughter's bed - so huge that it practically took up the entire ward. The angel looked down at my daughter, and a few minutes later, the baby appeared; his neck was entwined with an umbilical cord, and he turned blue before his eyes from a lack of oxygen and did not breathe. Somehow, the angel let me know that everything will be fine with the baby. I understood and felt this very well.

I will never forget that beautiful angel who saved my grandson's life. I am grateful for his help!

Guardian angel

Mary Rao's story

When I was twenty-four years old, I lived with my brother in his three-room apartment. I had to leave my home because of the cruel attitude of my father - I grew up as a very intimidated child.

One night, for some reason, I suddenly became afraid to be alone in the apartment that I shared with my brother - at that time he often stayed overnight with his girlfriend. And I did not go to bed in my room, but fell asleep in front of the TV in the living room. But before falling asleep, I remember that I asked God to help me survive this night and make sure that nothing bad happened to me.

Around 3:00 am, I woke up feeling like someone was gently touching my forehead. When I opened my eyes, I saw a beautiful spirit hovering in front of me. I couldn't see his face because his features were indistinct. The spirit swam across the room and then disappeared through the door. I was no longer afraid that night. I still believe that it was my guardian angel.

I bring you good news!

History of Jennifer Kennington

One day, while taking a shower, I turned around and saw standing next to me, surrounded by a soft yellow light, a large angel, two meters tall, behind whose back large folded wings could be seen. I'm sure it was her.

Wearing a snow-white long dress that shone slightly with a pale yellow light, she radiated a soft glow. Her golden hair fell in waves to her shoulders, and her head was crowned with a wreath of flowers. Her crystal blue eyes radiated love. After talking to me, she extended her arms towards me as if she wanted to hug me. She was so beautiful and realistic that I felt awe and great honor to be in her presence.

The angel spoke to me: “I have glad tidings for you about the coming great happiness! You're having a boy!" At that moment, it seemed impossible to me, and I decided that this was just a symbol of some of my undertakings. However, a month and a half later, I discovered that I was nine weeks pregnant.

Angel on the highway

History of Perry Cob

It happened in 1966 when I was living in Los Angeles. I was then eighteen years old. I didn't go to school because I got kicked out the year before for fighting. He worked at a gas station, although this occupation was unpromising. When my stepfather asked me to help my mother on a small farm in Missouri, I agreed: there was nothing else to do anyway.

Two weeks later, I was already driving halfway across the country in a Corvayeur car that my stepfather had bought for me especially for this trip. Attached to the car was a one-wheeled trailer, filled to the brim with things meant to be handed over to the mother.

There was no speed limit on the highway, and I squeezed the maximum: I drove one hundred and twenty kilometers per hour. When I put my foot on the brake pedal, the brake lights illuminated the trailer's tarpaulin with a flickering red light. There was a difficult section of the road: I was driving down a steep slope, and therefore I had to keep my foot on the brake pedal almost all the time. I kept looking in the rear-view mirror and suddenly ... I saw a woman sitting on top of the trailer smiling at me. At least I thought it was a woman. I quickly turned my gaze to the road. Then I opened the window in the hope that the cold wind would bring me back to reality.

I pressed the brake pedal again and looked again in the far-view mirror - the woman was still there. I could see her clearly in the rear lights, even though the lighting was red. She was wearing a long, light robe; her hair was hidden by a scarf. Continuing to smile, she waved a friendly hand at me. I thought, "That's it, Perry, now you're completely out of your mind."

Gathering all my will into a fist and plucking up courage, I pulled over to the side of the road and stopped just before a sharp bend. I put my head on the steering wheel, clenched my teeth, sat like that for a minute and got out of the car. As soon as my feet touched the ground, I collapsed: the whole road was covered with a thin layer of ice and looked like a skating rink! Somehow, holding on to the sides of the car, I got up and slid to the trailer. I lifted the tarp, but found no one under it. To put it mildly, this shook me well, especially since just at that moment the moon, which had been hiding behind the clouds all this time, suddenly rolled out into the sky and illuminated the road. Thanks to this light, I saw a slender row of ten crosses on the side of the road, placed in places where people died, whose cars did not fit into a difficult turn and flew off the road. Since then, I have been looking for that beautiful lady to this day.

However, once I happened to feel her presence behind my back, but this did not happen again, which is a pity - I really miss her.

How an angel helped me find my true name

History of Uma Bakso

For as long as I can remember, I have never liked the name Nancy Jane. I went through all the possible variations: Nan, NJ, Nancy, Nanny ...

One day I decided to meditate on this subject while standing in front of the mirror in my bedroom. For a while I meditated with my eyes closed, after which, opening them, I saw a beautiful woman with long dark hair standing in front of me in the mirror. I asked her: “Who are you? What is your name?" - and instead of an answer, I heard: “Your new name carries light, it will be associated with light,” but I must say that at that time I had blond hair.

I was dumbfounded, but a minute later I felt my body move towards the bookshelf, and the same voice said: "Your name you will find here."

My hand, as if driven by some force, rose and extended forward. Randomly touching the books, the hand chose the one to my right. It was Paramahansa Yogananda's Autobiography of a Yogi. I leafed through it, catching Uma's name several times in a row. I then thought: "What a strange name."

A few hours after the incident, I went to the yoga class that I attended, and there I asked the teacher what the name Uma means in Sanskrit. He replied that Uma was the goddess of the rising sun. And then I remembered the words of the woman I saw in the mirror that my new name would be associated with the light. And at the same moment I fell in love with my new name - Uma.

Great Healing in the Great Tribulation

The story of Jennifer Helvey-Davies

For as long as I can remember, I have always been very close to my grandmother. It so happened that my mother is a single mother, and my grandmother helped her raise me, so I lived with her for quite a long time. My grandmother was, so to speak, a stabilizing factor in my life and was always there when I needed help and support. When I was nineteen, I finally moved to live with her and my grandfather.

One night, about two years later, I had a nightmare: that I had a snake in my bed. I woke up so terrified that I immediately woke my grandmother and asked her to sit with me until I fell asleep again. The next morning I found her dead on the couch: she died while reading a book. This event shocked and unsettled me. I was heartbroken.

Kneeling at the grave of my dear grandmother, I looked up at the sky, wept and cursed God. I told him that I want my grandmother to come back. And at that very moment, something appeared from behind the clouds, shaped like a large star, rapidly increasing in size. I couldn't believe my eyes...

What I saw took my breath away: from this star appeared someone with long hair, in a coarse canvas robe tied at the waist. His arms were lowered down along the body, and his palms were turned towards me. I couldn't see his face, but I saw wings behind him. As soon as I got up from my knees, I again collapsed to the ground, whispering in a frenzy: “You are real ... you are here.”

Although I did not see his face, I felt that he was the most powerful being I have ever seen. He stood in the center of a star that descended from heaven, and with all his appearance he made me understand that he could have a strong influence on my life.

I was terrified and at the same time mesmerized by this sight. And although I could barely make out his features, I knew for sure: it was an angel. I realized this thanks to his wings and arms. Then I whispered: “You are an angel ...”, and tears streamed from my eyes in streams. I could hardly believe what I saw. The angel nodded to me in greeting.

His wings folded with a whistle, my ears rang and my eyes tingled - I looked away from the clouds, and when I looked up at the sky again, the angel was no longer there, only the outline of a star. Then I shifted my gaze to the grave: it seemed that the grass on it had taken on some other form. Looking closely, I saw the outlines of that same angel on the grass.

I put the artificial rose that I brought for my grandmother in the place where I saw the image of an angel. Now I knew that my grandmother went to that mystical place from where an angel descended to me. Completely stunned, I returned to the car and, before taking the wheel, tried to reproduce on the page of the notebook the figure of that angel.

I left the cemetery with a strange sense of peace and tranquility, which I had not experienced since the death of my grandmother. Since then and to this day, when I am going through difficult times or in need of peace and tranquility, I draw that angel on paper, and, surprisingly, it really helps me.

news of motherhood

History of Sharon Blott

At twenty-seven, I was going through what was probably the most difficult time of my life. I was depressed about a failed relationship. Six years of marriage ended in nothing. I didn't know what to do or where to go next. I remember that I told my mother that I felt dead. Plus, it turned out that I could never have children.

I had to study for my final exams at the university, but my mother insisted that I go with her, my sister and her husband for two weeks to Mexico, to Cabo San Lucas, in Baja California. At first I did not want to go anywhere and refused to travel, but in the end I gave up and agreed. In the first week of my stay at the resort, nothing unusual happened, except perhaps for one thing: being away from my usual surroundings, for the first time I was able to breathe a sigh of relief there.

In the second week, something happened to me that I can only describe as a truly spiritual experience. At night, on a full moon, at high tide, I was lying on the beach, and suddenly the heavens seemed to open up above me, and I was enveloped in a stunningly beautiful golden light that radiated such love and warmth as I had never felt before. I saw angels and heard marvelous music. Luminous angels with long blond hair - there seemed to be hundreds of them - radiated an all-encompassing love and peace of such strength that these feelings easily penetrated the very depths of my soul. But most of all I remember the children's voices addressed to me, repeating: "Mom, mom ..." The vision lasted a couple of seconds, no longer, but these moments seemed to me an eternity; I wanted it to go on forever: I finally felt at peace.

When I returned home, I visited the doctor, and he said that nothing was stopping me from getting pregnant, and all my fears immediately evaporated. Eight months later I met my current husband and now we have two wonderful daughters; they were born four years apart.

I will never forget that their birth is a great miracle that changed my whole life, the news of which I received many years ago in Cabo San Lucas. Recently, my husband and I purchased a plot of land in lower California, and now my dream has completely come true.

In bed with an angel

Dana R. Peebles Story

I've always believed in angels, but I never saw them—until I woke up one night to the feeling that someone was lying next to me on the bed. Since I lived alone, I understood that something inexplicable was happening. I lay in bed and was afraid to turn my head to see what was happening next to me. My heart was pounding, my forehead was covered with perspiration. Finally, unable to bear the tension, I turned around.

Imagine my surprise when I saw that a male angel was sleeping peacefully on the second half of the bed! I was so startled that I immediately woke him up. He opened his eyes and looked at me with a look of genuine concern.

This angel was made of pure light, perfect from every point of view. He had neatly styled shoulder-length blond hair, he was dressed in all white and surrounded by some kind of radiance, it seemed as if he was inside some kind of luminous bubble. I asked him who he was and what he was doing in my bed? To which she received the answer: “I am an angel sent by God to protect you. I will not offend you and help you overcome difficulties. Trust me!"

Then I thought that I was sleeping, and all this was just a dream to me. Apparently, at that moment I fell asleep again, but for real - and in the arms of my guardian angel. It was so nice! I felt such an indescribable calm and peace, which I have never experienced in my life, full of pain, fear and cruelty.

Angora is my angel of peace

The story of Diana San Clement

For most of my life, I prayed to God to send me my guardian angel.

By the age of forty-five, I suddenly realized that I could no longer pursue my career, because it devastated me from the inside. I dreamed of quitting and thought about how to do it in the most painless way: my husband and I paid for a house bought on credit ...

And suddenly, one night, I woke up to some soft music and an angelic voice whispering in my ear: “Diana, you did not come to this Earth to work for the Boeing Company all your life.” I lay in quiet amazement, feeling somewhere in the depths of my soul that a much more important mission in life should have been prepared for me. But what?

My spirit longed for life and freedom. I wanted to shine and light up the life of myself and my loved ones with my love. I had no other choice: I had to leave the Boeing Company, where I simply suffocated.

So, in March 1995, I left a job that no longer suits me, having no idea what to do next. I prayed to God to show me the right path.

Now I could afford to sit in peace and quiet and reflect. I began to get up early in the morning and write down my thoughts, fears, joys and everything that came to mind in a diary. Soon the realization came that I was recording thoughts that were being broadcast to me from somewhere above. I re-read what I wrote and was amazed. I was very surprised, like those whispers that I constantly heard next to me. Over time, I realized: this is how I established a connection with my angels. Interestingly, each time they ended their messages with the words: “Love and Light to you. your angels."

Several years have passed. We moved to Camano Island, not far from Seattle. For the first time in my life I found myself in such a place - surrounded by nature - after spending forty-eight years before that in a stuffy city. I always dreamed of living somewhere outside the city and prayed to God about it. I spent the first summer in the garden working with the earth and I really enjoyed it, and when winter came, I realized that after spending five months outdoors working with the earth, I was able to connect with Mother Nature for the first time in my life. . My husband and I even built a small house where I could meditate so that I could be closer to the living creatures, trees, and beautiful earth around me.

A few hours later, she said that she had to leave me for a while, but at exactly four forty-four minutes in the morning she would wake me up. I only needed to prepare a pen and paper in advance in order to write down everything she would say. I then diligently waited for her, and since then we have not lost touch.

Now, sometimes, I do not write anything for weeks, but Angora, God bless her, is always ready to help me. I spend a lot of time talking to her. I can ask her for help and she will always guide and support me throughout my journey. Angora told me a lot about the structure of the Universe and endowed me with the gift of understanding the essence. She gave me the strength to do things that I would never have dared to do before.

I saw her with my own eyes only once, that distant July, but still I always feel her presence and hear her voice in my head. I spend most of my time listening to her.

I urge you to open up and learn to hear this voice. Angels are just waiting for your invitation. They love you. Trust them and open your arms, and you will certainly receive angelic love and support.

Chapter 2

Giver or taker

Story of Lee Lahoud

When I was eleven years old, my father committed suicide. Mother tried to numb the grief with alcohol and could not help me understand what had happened and cope with my feelings.

In Sunday school, I learned that suicide is the worst sin of all. I kept thinking: what happened to my father? Did he go to hell? Was it not my fault?

The only place I knew where I could get answers to my questions was the church, so I shared my experiences with the pastor. “Yes,” he replied, “your father is indeed in hell, and, moreover, now you will go to hell, and your children, the children of your children – this will continue for four generations, since the sins of the fathers are passed on to children.” In other words, someone had to pay for the sin that was committed, and that someone turned out to be me.

I was crushed. I had no reason to live on. There was no hope ahead, no meaning, nothing at all. Why should I have children knowing that they are cursed from birth and doomed to the worst? I returned home, sat on the floor and firmly decided to die.

Suddenly I saw a light. At first I thought that it was sunlight that filled the room, but then I saw in him a very happy, smiling person. He sat in Turkish opposite me. He had amazingly beautiful long shiny hair.

We started talking. For some reason, it seemed quite normal to me at the time. He said that, of course, I could die if I wanted to, it was only my choice. He will not condemn me, nor dissuade me, and no one will say whether this is right or wrong. Either way, I'll be all right.

The only “but” was that if I had decided to die then, I would have to come back again later in order to again face the choice of staying or leaving, and so on ad infinitum. I didn't want a repeat so I decided to stay.

After that, the angel said that now I have to decide how exactly I will live on. I clearly saw two paths before me: the path of "giving life" and the path of "taking from life", and I had to choose one of them. And again, no one would have condemned me for the decision I made. The vision showed me exactly where each of the paths would lead, and on reflection, I chose the path of the “giver”.

Angels protect us

Tammy's story

Once, when I was still a little girl and sleeping with my older sister, I woke up in the middle of the night and, looking out the door of the room, saw a beautiful angel in a white robe floating up the stairs. This angel was female. Then, not far from the door, I noticed a boy who looked like he had just stepped out of the pages of the Bible - dressed like a young David or Jesus, with curly black hair. He looked somewhere over me.

Now, almost thirty years later, I think that this vision was evidence that angels really exist and that they always protect us and communicate with us. I'm sure about it. Perhaps because of this confidence, I never felt alone, because I was never alone.

From the mouth of a baby

History of Doreen Vetter

More than anything, my two-year-old daughter Brittany hated going to bed. She always begged us to sit with her until she fell asleep. For my husband and I, it was quite burdensome. And then one evening, when I was setting myself up for the fact that I would again have to persuade my daughter to try to fall asleep on her own, she suddenly told me: “Mommy, you don’t have to wait anymore until I fall asleep - the angels will tuck the blanket in for me.” And Brittany described to me beautiful people in long sparkling white robes who sang lullabies to her at bedtime.

Angel at the school desk

Jeanette Rodriguez Story

My son Matthew just celebrated his 5th birthday and started preparing for school. I was worried about him because I knew he had psychic powers.

At home, we always spoke openly about both angels and God. We shared our visions and dreams with each other. My daughter Faith had some difficulties at school for the same reason. Many, even adults, are not always ready to accept what they really are, and children are often very cruel towards their peers, who are somehow different from them. Therefore, Faith decided not to stand out from the crowd, closed herself in and was afraid to use her gift of clairvoyance and extrasensory perception.

This was also the reason why I was worried about Matthew. He is more talkative than his sister, and can always say what he thinks, and this could turn him into a target for ridicule and bullying. I prayed to God for help.

And I definitely got an answer to my prayers! When I came to pick up Matthew from school on the first day of school, he ran up to me with an enthusiastic cry: “Mommy, my teacher believes in angels! She wants to talk to you!" and threw himself into my arms.

I met the teacher Matthew, a very nice woman. She said that she was very glad that Matthew was in her class, and added that, in addition to him, six more guys attend this class, who also openly talk about angels, and she herself accepts this circumstance as a blessing.

Now, when I take Matthew to school every morning, I hear pleasant music that the teacher puts on to create a pleasant atmosphere of peace and tranquility. Many of these songs have the word "angel" in their titles.

Matthew said that they even have a chair in the classroom specially reserved for angels, and that the guys go to the cafeteria and eat with them.

Through the eyes of a child

Allison Ralph Story

My friend is convinced that it is easier for young children to see an angel than for adults, so I asked my two-year-old son Christopher: “Do you see angels?” “Yes, of course,” he replied, “they are over there, on the ceiling.” Naturally, my eyes popped out of my head from such an answer - from surprise and amazement!

We don't go to church. No one in our family has any significant religious beliefs. Angels have never been a topic we could discuss at home...

Visiting the angels

The story of Pamela Weber

My six-year-old daughter Jessica told me that angels come to her in her dreams and in reality. They come to her almost every night when she wakes up and sing beautiful lullabies to her until she falls asleep again. One day, Jessica asked them where they were going when they left her room. Instead of answering, they asked if she wanted to see this place with her own eyes. Jessica happily replied, “Yes, of course!” - and the angels took her upstairs with them.

She says that everything there shines with a pleasant pink and purple color and glitters. The daughter said that she saw adult angels, children and babies there. They all sang wonderful songs. Then Jessica was brought back to her room, and as they left, the angels stepped into a brightly lit, shimmering space. The daughter was so excited and delighted by what happened that she is now looking forward to new meetings with the angels in her dreams.

I told Jessica that she was very lucky to have such friends and that now no one and nothing could come between her and her angels.

Angel in red

A story told by a man who wished to remain anonymous

Once, when I was five or six years old, I woke up in the middle of the night and saw in my room a young man in a red church robe with a red prayer book in his hands. I got scared and started calling my mom and dad. And the young man (I am sure that he was my guardian angel) disappeared into my closet, while I ran headlong to my parents' bedroom, where I spent the rest of the night.

Many years later, my mother and I were discussing a crack in the glass of the window in my room, through which my brother and I often climbed. I told my mother that I always wondered where she came from, since neither I nor my brother were involved in her appearance. And my mother admitted that the crack appeared on the window on the very night when I saw my guardian angel. She didn't tell me about it before because she didn't want me to be afraid to sleep in my room in the future. Now I am sure that that night my guardian angel saved me from some evil.

Chapter 3

Stranger on a slippery road

Susan Daly's story

In my husband's car, his name is Clark, the chain came off. Trying to return it to its place, he slipped on the road, fell and hurt himself badly. Somehow, walking up the hill on which our house stands, Clark stretched out right on the floor in the hallway, writhing from the pain in his back.

I immediately called an ambulance. On the other end of the wire, they told me that they would be happy to send a car to our address and hospitalize Clark, but if it turned out that he had no serious injuries, then we would have to pay five hundred dollars for the call. Since I couldn't know for sure how serious and life-threatening Clarke's injuries could have been, and since we simply didn't have five hundred dollars, I decided to take my husband to the hospital myself. My son Scott also went with us.

While we were driving down a very busy stretch of freeway, Clark felt sick and I had to pull over to the side of the road to stop. After that, I tried to get back into traffic and get into the stream of cars moving along the highway at high speed.

The night was dark, and as soon as there was a gap in the endless series of burning headlights, I began to maneuver, trying to get back on the road, when I suddenly realized that my car was stuck in the snow and I just couldn’t move! Scott got out on the road and tried to push the car, but in vain - the wheels slipped in the snow, and the car remained in place.

In desperation, I put my head on the steering wheel and whispered through my tears: “Lord, help me! I really need your help! Right now!" And a moment later, a car drove off from the extreme right lane of the highway to the side of the road and stopped about three meters from our van. What was surprising was that, as it turned out, I did not even think about turning on the emergency signal, which could attract the attention of other drivers; only the headlights were on.

A line of cars lined up in front of us. We were in a time hole, if not thrown out of the general traffic on this high-speed section of the highway. The road was slippery, and the fact that a car was able to stop at all near us without creating an emergency on the road was phenomenal in itself. I would even say that it was like a miracle, even if the road was completely dry!

A man of average height, wearing jeans, a short jacket, gloves and a sports knitted hat, got out of the stopped car. I couldn't see the features of his face because the headlights of the car shone in his back, forming a shadow. Somehow I knew he was stopping to help my son push the van, so I pressed on the gas pedal and focused on getting out of the snowdrift.

Feeling that the van had accelerated enough, I yelled at my son to jump in, because I was afraid that if I stopped, the car would stall again. Worry about my son jumping into the van distracted me from the man who was helping him push. The window was closed, my hand was on the gearshift handle, and I was just driving up to the road barrier in front of the viaduct - I was so busy that I simply physically could not free my hand, lower the glass and thank our savior.

Later, when I asked Scott if he thanked the man who helped him push the car, my son said to me: “What are you even talking about, mom? No one helped me push. I did everything myself!” My fifteen-year-old Scott was deeply convinced that he was strong enough to pull the car out of the snow on his own.

How often I regretted that I could not thank the person who helped us get on the road then! However, I also often doubt whether it was a person at all? I think it was an angel sent by the Lord in answer to my prayer. In the end, under those conditions of visibility, it was simply impossible to see us from the road, and even more so to understand that we were in distress. Under those conditions and on that particular section of the road, it was unrealistic to stop the car, approach our car and even more so pull it out of the snowdrift, then return to your car and drive away - and all in such a short period of time. The only possible explanation here can be only one: Divine intervention is an immediate response to my short, demanding request-prayer.

At the hospital, it turned out that Clark had a very bad back fracture. For several weeks he suffered from severe pain and was forced to wear a special corset. Now everything is all right. And for this we thank God again and again.

babysitter angel

Katherine Lee's story

Once I not only saw, but even talked to the guardian angel of my eldest son! We were living in Lubbock, Texas at the time.

Brandon was two years old; by this age he was quite successful in his favorite pastime - opening any doors, bolts and locks. One Sunday the whole family went to church.

While the baby was in the classroom in the nursery, I sat down to wait for him on the sofa, located in the foyer of the church, because I was then eight months pregnant and all the chairs seemed terribly uncomfortable to me. My husband was sitting next to me.

I was looking at the windows on either side of the foyer's double doors when the door swung open and we saw a woman approaching us. She was holding a little boy by the hand. It was none other than Brandon, our son. But how could this be, because we ourselves brought him here, to church, to classes?

The woman had white hair and a very pale face. She was dressed in a white suit with thin black trim. She asked: does the boy belong to this church? For a moment, I was speechless. And the woman continued. She said that she found him walking along the lakeshore, in the park behind the church, and thought it was not safe for him to be there. Brendon somehow managed to slip through several doors and gates that were bolted shut to get out of the church grounds.

I whispered: "This is my child," and the woman, handing it to me, disappeared through the door. I realized that I did not have time to thank her, and ran after her, but, alas, she was nowhere to be found. This sweet old lady disappeared without a trace - as mysteriously as she appeared. Now Brandon is twenty years old; he works as a fireman and I really hope his angel is still watching over him.

Savior from nowhere

The Story of Sally Miller

Twenty-eight years ago, when my daughter was two years old, we left her grandmother's house with her. The baby sucked caramel in her mouth, but I did not know about it. Suddenly she choked and began to choke, and there was no one around. I had a cast on my wrist.

I screamed in despair, and at the same moment a man appeared out of nowhere. He picked up my daughter, turned her over, shook her and slapped her back. The candy immediately flew out of her mouth. When I turned around to thank the man, he was gone.

Doctor Angel

History of James R. Myshrall

On December 22, 1995, my mother Hazel and my wife Beverly accompanied me in a car accident. Two people died in this car accident, but all four should have died. My mother and the man responsible for the accident died on the spot. My wife suffered a severe injury to her kneecap and severely bruised her forehead. My whole face was broken, I could hardly breathe, choking on my own blood. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a doctor appeared in front of us in the most mysterious way! He entered the interior of my car through the place where until recently there was a windshield, wiped the blood and bandaged it, so that I could breathe.

This unknown doctor prepared me for the long ambulance ride that took me to the hospital. As soon as I tried to find out what kind of doctor he was and where to find him, I even turned to the editors of the television program Unsolved Mysteries (Unsolved Mysteries) for help - all in vain. I could not only contact him, even find out his name! He wasn't mentioned in the police report either.

The only conclusion I could come to was that he was an angel. Now I am alive and well - thanks to him!

The doctors said: my mother died instantly. I think she asked God not to take me that time.

Rescue Angel

The Judy Garvey Story

On that day, I went to the usual route for groceries in my pickup truck. Suddenly, the car suddenly stopped. Somehow I pulled over to the side of the road, took my wallet and was about to go out and call for help.

Grabbing the door handle, I noticed a man dressed as a security guard with a walkie-talkie in his hand. He turned around the corner and walked straight towards me. Walking to the door of my car, he asked if I needed help. I said that I was just about to go look for a place where I could call the highway service. The man replied that he could do it, and immediately contacted someone on his walkie-talkie, while I reached into my purse to get my driver's license. When I raised my eyes to thank the man for such timely help, his trace is simple!

In amazement, I scanned the street in all directions: he was nowhere! But I noticed an approaching tow truck.

I began to think about the nature of what had happened and realized that there were no institutions in that area where guards could serve. Besides, this man just came around the corner and walked straight towards me. I'm sure it was a wonderful blessing from a real angel!

Angel for a grieving daughter

Carla Tederman's story

Seven years ago, my father left this world after undergoing three heart surgeries in a year. We have always been incredibly close, and before each operation, he told his confessor: “I am not afraid to die. I only fear for my daughter Carla. I know that a part of her will die with me.”

He was right. Two days after the funeral, I seemed to have gone crazy: rushing to the cemetery in the downpour, I cried and screamed, tried to dig the grave with my hands. Suddenly, a woman came up to me and hugged me tightly. She sat me down on my father's grave and we talked for three hours in the pouring rain. I don’t know what would have happened to me if she hadn’t appeared and helped me come to my senses. She said that her mother was buried next to my father, gave her name and mother's name. A week after that, I again went to the cemetery to find out how to find her. It turned out that neither she nor her mother were mentioned in the documents. I never saw her again. I want to believe that this woman was my guardian angel sent down to me from above.

Someone saved my life that day

Story of Justin Lindsay

I was eighteen. I lived in Australia and just graduated from high school. This is usually a great time for everyone, but not for me: I was in suspense waiting for the results of my exams and, even harder, I caught my boyfriend, my first love, kissing another girl at the prom. And this is a few days before we were going to go on vacation together for a week.

These holidays have been hell. We constantly quarreled and cursed. He insulted me greatly, and this was the last straw: I rushed to the beach - I did not want to live. I ran out to a deserted abandoned beach and began to climb a high, steep cliff. I was hysterical, I cried and screamed. Suddenly, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw a sleek young man of about twenty-five with translucent skin and stunningly beautiful blue eyes. He asked me if everything was all right, but he did it somehow silently. Looking back and remembering this, I don't remember him ever saying a word. I told him everything—absolutely everything about what had happened to me since my parents divorced when I was twelve.

He didn't say a word to me, just gently directed me to the path leading from the beach straight to the house where we were staying. Then he turned me around to face him, and suddenly realizing that I had been talking non-stop for two hours, I began to apologize to him for taking up so much of his time and thank him for listening to me. I hugged him. He continued to be silent. I remember it seemed a little strange to me at the time.

I turned to leave, ran down the path for a bit, and then looked back to wave goodbye: the beach was completely empty. In bewilderment, I returned to the place where we had just stood and looked around: nothing ... There were only my footprints in the sand, and they stretched to the place where we had just walked with that man. I thought I was starting to go crazy, and ran to the house.

This event changed my life greatly. Since then, I have been constantly talking to my angel, although he no longer appears to me. Since that meeting, I have never felt more desperate than I did that day at the beach. I get signs from time to time, but usually it only happens when I ask for it.

Angel filling with love

History of Nancy Kimes

I will never forget that unusually hot day in the middle of the summer of 1980! I was depressed: everything was not going the way I wanted, life was upside down, including relationships that I was desperately trying to save. I did not know what to do, and frantically looking for a way out of this situation. I prayed to God to help me find the meaning of existence. I was crying and talking to God as if he was standing in front of me, and suddenly there was a knock at the door. “God, what is this? I thought. “Should I open the door?”

The knock didn't stop. With tears in my eyes, I opened the door. In front of me stood a handsome smiling man in his thirties with a tablet under his arm. He was dressed in a white shirt with long sleeves rolled up and dark trousers. Apologizing for the disturbance, he asked me for a glass of water. I could not refuse him, because it was hot as hell outside, and I asked if I could put ice in a glass. He replied, "Yes, that would be great."

As I turned on the faucet, I could say that I physically felt a load fall off my shoulders. He finished his water - I asked him if he needed more. With great gratitude, he nodded. And I again poured him a glass of water with ice. While doing this, I felt as if something fills me from the inside, some kind of warm and pleasant feeling. My mood improved markedly and depression seemed to recede. The man finished his second glass, but was still thirsty.

When I poured water for the third time, I was overwhelmed with inexplicable joy, and I involuntarily remembered a quote from Holy Scripture: “Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be satisfied.”

Who was this man and why did he have such a profoundly positive impact on me? I was puzzled. And he finished his third glass and looked quite pleased.

He thanked me warmly and left. When the door slammed behind him, I felt such an inexplicable peace and inner confidence that soon there would be answers to all my questions, that my existence found meaning for me. I rushed to the window to see which direction he was going, but he was nowhere to be found. He couldn't have disappeared from my field of vision so quickly! However, a few minutes ago, when I saw him at my door, in the depths of my soul I already realized that an angel in disguise had appeared to me.

Since that meeting, my life has changed dramatically. A whole new world opened up before me - love and forgiveness, the ability to listen and look at myself through the eyes of other people and, supporting them, help myself. And now, whenever something happens, if I feel overwhelmed, I feel the presence of Divine power within and around me, and this gives me the energy and courage to cope with all difficulties and keep moving forward, and also to know that I am protected. every step of my way.

mall angel

The Story of Carol Pizzi

On September 14, 1995, when I was driving in my car to work, I suddenly felt like something was squeezing my chest, and a severe pain rose to my throat. Driving past the hospital, I decided to get to the office first, and then ask someone to take me to the medical room. However, after a couple of blocks, pain and weakness forced me to stop the car.

It was early in the morning, and the mall I found myself near wasn't open yet. There is no one on the street. Suddenly a man appeared out of nowhere - I asked him to call an ambulance. I remember he went into one of the stores in the mall to make a phone call. Soon an ambulance arrived, and I was taken to the hospital, where they did a coronary angiography. It turned out that I had a blocked artery.

I spent some time at home recovering from the operation, and then I went to the same shopping center to find and thank the man who called the ambulance for me that morning. Since I saw him enter the store before it opened, I thought he worked there. However, all the managers I questioned unanimously stated that at such an early time - it was ten minutes to seven in the morning - the mall could not be open and that there was no one among the employees who fit my description.

I think it was my guardian angel.

pushing angel

History of Birgitta Suur

At the age of sixteen, I, an ordinary Danish teenager, was on vacation in Poland with my parents. On one of the clear days we were walking around Krakow, and without noticing where I was going, I stepped onto the roadway. At the same moment, an elderly lady in a scarf pushed me back onto the pavement with all her might, and at that very moment a tram rushed right in front of my nose. He would surely have knocked me down if that woman hadn't pushed me away.

I turned around to thank her, but she seemed to have vanished into thin air. I think she was my guardian angel.

On the Benefits of Prayer

A story told by a man who wished to remain anonymous

It was a normal spring day. My husband asked me to help move our old car from under the shed to another place, because there the car was blocked by an overgrown hedge, and this circumstance prevented a tow truck from approaching to take it to a store for sale. My husband was supposed to push, and I was supposed to sit behind the wheel and direct the car. We tried to do this, but soon realized that my husband alone could not cope. He pulled his back and I decided to get out of the car to help him. The problem was that I couldn't push the car and drive it at the same time. It was incredibly heavy, a 1976 Pontiac. We decided that somehow I would have to jump inside as soon as the car was moving to stop it and prevent my husband from being hit.

And then I began to pray to God to send angels to help us. While I was mentally pronouncing the words of this prayer of mine in my mind, my husband unsuccessfully tried to move the car, and a tanned young man was already running up to us from the side of the fence. As his loving blue eyes met mine, he nodded at me, as if to say, "Don't worry, I'm already here!" When he got to the car, he immediately began to help. Together they quickly coped and moved it to the right place.

I was driving and trying to park carefully when that young man shook hands with my husband with feeling, said something to him and, turning around, quickly ran away in the same direction he had come from, instantly disappearing from our field of vision.

Looking at my husband, I noticed that his eyes were full of tears. I asked if he was all right. At first, he couldn't utter a word, but after a few seconds, he muttered that he had never seen anyone's eyes radiate such love as this guy's eyes. I asked him what he said. The husband replied, "He said it was good to pray."

Since then, we never saw that young man again, but we never forgot about him either.

Chapter 4

Now or never!

Carol A. Austin Story

One day in March, my friend Sandy and I decided to spend a weekend in Dayton Beach, Florida. When it was time to go home, my stomach churned. Looking back now, I think it might have been an expression of foreboding. But then, despite this, we got into the car.

Sandy was driving and I fell asleep almost instantly. As soon as we passed St. Augustine, she lost control and crashed into a road sign. I was not wearing a seat belt and fell; Sandy broke her nose. When the ambulance arrived, they had to break down the car door to get me out.

In addition to the fact that my shoulder was completely crushed, my ribs and jaw were broken, the entire lower part of my body was covered with multiple abrasions and bruises.

In the second week of my stay in the hospital, a young lady of my age came into my room. She said that it was vitally important for me now to get out of bed and sit in a chair for at least a quarter of an hour, otherwise I would never be able to walk again. I obeyed her and tried to get up. It was very painful, but she helped me in every possible way, supported my legs and spoke to me. She was so kind, sweet and amiable that I didn’t even think to ask who she was and how she ended up in my room. Later, when she had already left, I asked the nurse on duty who she was. It turned out that there was no one among the hospital staff who would fit my description.

I think it was my guardian angel.

Become an inspiration

Maureen's story

I recently had to admit my father to a treatment and rehabilitation center for the disabled, because he was seriously ill and was breathing only with the help of a ventilator. At the same time my husband was admitted to the hospital; he was diagnosed with kidney stones. When I came to visit him, I went outside for a smoke (since then I don’t smoke anymore) and got into conversation with an elderly lady who also came to visit someone and went out to get some air.

We talked to her and cried, after which I said that I needed to return to the ward to my husband, and then the lady took my hand and said that my father was very lucky with me and that the Lord would definitely take him into his loving arms . She added that I became a real inspiration for her. And in parting she added: “It was nice to meet you, Maureen.” But I didn't tell her my name! When I turned around, the woman was gone; She doesn't run that fast at her age. Then I realized that I was talking to an angel.

Don't forget to slow down

The story of Patricia Karst

That Saturday afternoon, I was driving down the Pacific Coast Highway heading towards Interstate. Soft music was playing in the car, and my little son, Eli, was sleeping peacefully in the back seat.

I was thinking about something and hovering in the clouds when the driver of the car in front braked hard! I was driving at eighty kilometers an hour and then applied the brakes, but the distance was too short to avoid a collision.

In my head flashed: “Lord, am I really destined to die like this? But what about Eli? Oh god, no, please!" And then I crashed into the car. The blow was very strong. I was shaken. I was afraid to look around, and only horror made me do it and move.

Finally, I gathered my strength: instead of a picture of a nightmarish tragedy, I saw a miracle. My son Eli continued to sleep carefree in the back seat! There wasn't a scratch on me, which seemed completely impossible given how violent the collision was.

While I was thinking about what had happened, a dark-haired woman approached me. Opening my car door, she led me outside, hugged me, and said in a thick accent, “We all drive too fast. You're fine now, but let's not forget that sometimes you have to slow down." Then she added, “God bless you!” – and disappeared from sight. I was left standing on the side of the road in a state of shock. There was not a scratch on my car, despite the serious accident we had just had. Moreover, it turned out that the car was somehow neatly parked on the right side of the road, where I definitely did not move out! I didn't move the car anywhere after the collision. Logically, my car, smashed to smithereens, should have stood in the middle of the highway, forcing other drivers to maneuver to bypass us.

What was it? Miracle? Angel? What that woman said was too metaphorical.

I got into the car and drove slowly home. God helped Eli and me that day—of that I have no doubt.

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A story told by a man who wished to remain anonymous

In 1995, I decided to move to New York with my then-future husband. We rented a small apartment in the suburbs of New Jersey, and it resulted in a real disaster. A lot of little things indicated that our move was far from the best decision.

Right before the move, I got into an accident, then - on the very first working day at a new place, my car was stolen, and I had to use public transport, where men unceremoniously molested me. During that year, our cars were stolen four times. In the end, the husband lost his job and, not finding a new one with the same salary, offered to return to Washington. I preferred to stay for a while and settled with a friend in Manhattan.

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Good day to you, once again.
He told me a story that happened to him, my friend. I tend to believe him 200%, since he is in his right mind and mind and is not inclined to lie about such things. When this incident happened, I remember the shock and confusion in the eyes of a friend. The story touched. Further, I will write on his behalf:
The story took place in a large shopping center where I have an office. A wide staircase paved with granite goes down from the top floor, descends along fashionable boutiques, reflected in the mirror surface of sparkling shop windows.
I go down somehow on it, in a hurry on business. It should be noted that at this time the staircase is almost deserted, like the entire shopping complex, security at the entrance and exit, and a couple of sellers hiding in their shops. So, I'm in a hurry for some time on business, I step onto the stairs, I run, but somewhere in the middle I stumble for no reason. I don’t have time to grab the railing, I’m flying through a few steps, and one thing is spinning in my head - that I’m flying for a long time and with a great roar, I wouldn’t turn my neck, because flying from such a steep staircase will result not only in broken limbs, you can even break your head ...
Suddenly, someone interrupts my flight, grabbing my shoulder and returning me to balance on the steps. Grabs with one hand and with unknown force returns to his feet. I turn around in disbelief: a tall guy. Something familiar is read in the image, but I can’t immediately understand what exactly. A dark-haired young man of 23-25 ​​years old in appearance, a stylish suit and shirt. Piercing blue eyes. I didn’t have time to say anything, his lips twitch in a slight half-smile, he winks at me and quickly descends further down the stairs.
I can’t explain only one thing: in the reflection of the window, I saw him descending, but, don’t believe me, behind him in the reflection I saw a shadow that looked like wings ... I stand for a few seconds, then run down past the guards to catch up with the savior and at least thank you for such sudden and unexpected help. I run past the guard, run out into the street and see no one. It was like he didn't exist!
I'm going back. I ask, where did the tall young man in the dark suit go, who had just walked out the door? The security guard looks at me in bewilderment and says that in the last five minutes no one has entered or left the mall! I'm shocked! I climb back, simultaneously remembering the surprise in the eyes of the saleswoman of one of the boutiques, who was watching my exercises performed on the stairs. I come to my senses for a couple of hours, maybe I go crazy gradually? Earned? I collect my thoughts and go to the same shop. The saleswoman looks at me like I'm crazy after I ask her a question about my savior. According to her, there was no one next to me, she was still surprised how I didn’t fall head over heels down the stairs and got to my feet in time ...
I would have had an older brother, but he died before I was born… He had big blue eyes and dark hair…
This half-smile and the image in the suit is still in front of my eyes ... Maybe there are still they, those who protect us?

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