I Believe In Angels

Here’s why

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While I was living in Southern California I set out one morning in my car. It was a bright sunshine morning. I took the small roads until I turned onto Arrow, a highway. I gently picked up speed, amazed that I seemed to be the only car on the highway.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang and I could see nothing. I took my foot off the accelerator, started braking and pulled over on the right. I was stressed. I got out of the car and saw that the hood was up over the windscreen. I tried to pull it down, but I hurt myself as it was stuck. (It had buckled over the roof.) I sat on the driver’s seat, trembling and scared with no car in sight in either direction.

Then, out of nowhere, a cyclist stopped beside me. He pulled the hood down, and telling me to breathe slowly, went to his bike and pulled a leather strap off his saddle bag. He used it to tie the hood down somehow. He told me to sit for a while before driving. I thanked him and sat. I looked to watch him cycle away, but there was no one. There was no trace of him at all.

Another time, I was driving on the freeway. I had somehow got in the far left lane, a place I was never comfortable. I waited for a gap on my right so I could change lanes. After a few minutes, I saw a space long enough for me to move into, so I indicated and began to move over. Then I saw that a car was moving in from the far right lane. Yikes! I couldn’t brake on a freeway.

Then I heard a rushing noise. I can’t describe it. Almost like the sound of Niagara Falls. The next thing I knew, I was back in the far left lane and safe. I have never forgotten this. I still see it and hear it in my mind.

To me these are angelic eventsThere was another time when I was in a not very nice area of Los Angeles. I went into a store to ask directions as I was really quite lost. When I got back into the car I told my male friend the directions. I told him I may be a girl but I’m no coward. He looked at me and said, “No one would have dared hurt you with those huge guys on either side of you”. I had seen no one.

I think many of us have had angels intervene in our lives. They look like you and me, not winged and in white gowns.


By Chrisssie Morris Brady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft.
I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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