I drive a newspaper motor route at night between the hours of approx 1:00 a.m. and 6:30 a.m, every day, seven days a week. The total distance that I travel is about 150 miles a night. Due to the late hours, there is seldom any traffic on the roads besides me, so I tend to 'push' the speed limit a little (well, actually, a lot). About a week and a half ago, I was running a little late, and was probably running a little faster than usual. There is a particular rise in the road that you can't really see over, and it has been the site of several vehicle fatalities over the last few years. The spped limit in the area is 55 MPH, but I'm sure I was travelling well over 75 at the time. As I approached the rise, I felt two hands gently grab my upper arms from behind and I heard my deceased father's voice in my ear saying that I had better slow down and take it easy going over the rise. I can honestly say that i was surprised, but I absolutely felt no fear! I looked in the rear view mirror and could see a shape sitting in the seat behind me. As I looked, the shape raised its head and I saw my father's eyes looking back at me in the rear view mirror. The 'hands' on my upper arms sort of rubbed me up and down from shoulder to elbow as I decelerated quickly just before reaching the rise. As I 'topped' the rise, I had to brake the vehicle rather hard to avoid running head-on into an 18-wheel tanker truck that had jack-knifed across the traffic lanes. I was able to stop safely -- but had I been travelling at the spped I had been (or normally did) I would never have been able to avoid a collision and would surely have been killed. Upon stopping the vehicle, I turned quickly to look in the seat behind me. There was no one there (and I really didn't expect there to be), but I swore I could smell my father's 'Skin-Bracer' after-shave that he always used. I really feel that my father came to me and saved my life. There would have been no way to avoid the accident if I had not been 'warned' about it before-hand. I have NOT told my wife or kids about this experience because I know they would never believe me and would make jokes about my story. Besides, I feel what happened is deeply personal between me and my father, and I would rather treasure the experience than have to defend it! I just felt that this experience was so powerful and so intense that I just had to share this with someone. How it changed my life:I used to scoff at 'Angel' or stories along these lines, but nothing has hit me so hard or made such an impression on me! Not only have I slowed down my driving immensely, I am an active and vocal advocate of these types of occurances. What has amazed me even further is the frequency with which these types of 'incidents' occur! I would never have believed this had it not happened to me!
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