----- Original Message ----- From: <vsmom@webtv.net> To: <ibeblonde_00@yahoo.com>; <dawnbrandontori@yahoo.com>; <bbnay2@hotmail.com>; <HOMESPUN-L@rootsweb.com>; <MelPsiRel@egroups.com>; <PSYCHIC-ROOTS-L@rootsweb.com>; <schutt@frontiernet.net>; <midnight_kiss_va@yahoo.com> Sent: June 07, 2000 4:36 AM Subject: [MelPsiRel] VISIT FROM AN ANGEL > Hi All! > This was sent to me from a friend. It's truely worth reading! > Vicki > > Visit from an Angel > > Barbara was driving her six-year-old son, Benjamin, to his piano > lesson. They were late, and Barbara was > beginning to think she should > have canceled it. There was always so much to do, and Barbara, a > night-duty nurse at the local hospital, had recently worked extra > shifts. She was > tired. > The sleet storm and icy roads add to her tension. > "Mom!" Ben cried. "Look!" Just ahead a car had lost control on a patch > of ice. As Barbara tapped the brakes, the other car spun wildly, > rolled over, then crashed sideways into a telephone pole. Barbara pulled > over, skidded to a stop and threw open her door. Thank goodness she was > a > nurse--she might be able to help these > unfortunate passengers. Then she paused. What about Ben? > She couldn't take him with her--little boys shouldn't see scenes like > the one she anticipated. But was it safe to leave him alone? What if > their car > were hit from behind? For a brief moment Barbara considered going on > her way. Someone else was sure to come along.=20 No! > "Ben, honey, promise me you'll stay in the car!" > "I will, Mommy," he said as she ran, slipping and sliding, toward the > crash site. It was worse than she'd feared.=20 Two girls of high school > age > were in the car. One, the blonde on the > passenger side, was dead, > killed on impact. The driver, however was still breathing. She was > unconscious and > pinned in the wreckage. Barbara quickly applied pressure to the wound in > the teenager's head while her practiced eye catalogued the other > injuries. A broken leg, maybe two, along with probable internal > bleeding. But if > help came soon, the girl would live. > A trucker had pulled up and was calling for help on his cellular > phone. > `Soon Barbara heard the ambulance sirens. A few moments later she > surrendered her lonely post to rescue workers. "Good job," one said as > he > examined the driver's wounds. "You probably saved her life, ma'am." > Perhaps. But as > Barbara walked back to her car a feeling of sadness > overwhelmed her, especially for the family of the girl who had died. > Their lives would never be he same. Oh God, why do such things have > to happen? Slowly, Barbara opened her car door. What should she tell > Benjamin? He > was staring at the crash site, his blue eyes huge. "Mom," he whispered, > "did you see > it?" "See what, Honey?" she asked. > "The angel, Mom! He came down from the sky while you were running to > the car. And he opened the door, and he took ``that girl out." > Barbara's eyes filled with tears. "Which door, Ben?" > "The passenger side. He took the girl's hand, and they floated up to > Heaven together." "What about the driver?" Ben shrugged. "I didn't see > anyone else." > Later Barbara was able to meet the families of the victims. They > expressed their gratitude for the help she had provided. Barbara was > able > to give them something more; Ben's vision.=20 There was no way he could > have > known--by ordinary means -- who was in the car or what had happened to > either > of the passengers. Nor could the passenger door have been opened; > Barbara had seen it's tangle of immovable steel herself. Yet Ben's > account > brought consolation to a grieving family.=20 Their daughter was safe in > Heaven. And > they would see her again. A Prayer For Angels: I prayed for Angels to > guard you night and day. I prayed they would hover and keep harm away. > If you hear the swish of wings or feel a gentle touch. > ``I know God heard my prayer today and loves you very much. > Send this to everyone you know. If you get it back, you have a friend > for life! > > > ------------------------------------------------------------------------ > Porsche Boxter. You and a friend. Nine dream days from > Napa Valley to Beverly Hills. Provided by CarsDirect.com. > Click to enter. > http://click.egroups.com/1/4882/3/_/_/_/960366976/ > ------------------------------------------------------------------------ > > To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: > MelPsiRel-unsubscribe@egroups.com > > > >