This story happened to an internet friend of mine. He has fibromyalgia as well... You can visit his site by checking out my 'links' page.

         

        Angelic help

         

       

        A few months ago I had a singular experience.

        I believe angels helped me in a direct intervention.

        After a long miserable sleepless night I went to work and lived on the very edge. Near the end of the day I was hurrying to finish my route in time and didn’t look very closely at an intersection. I took a slight glance left, It is difficult to turn my head quickly, it feels as if my brain is sloshing around inside my skull, then floored it to make a left turn in front of a long line of oncoming cars. I continued to look to the right at the traffic as I pulled out into the road.

        I was going maybe twenty five or thirty mph when I heard a scream of terror. I just had time (with the gas pedal floored) to look left and see her. A cyclist right in front of my van maybe two feet away.

        I knew… I Knew I was going to hit her.

        I have been a professional driver for sixteen years and have had many close calls, many near accidents, (and a few ‘fender bender’ type accidents.) On three occasions I have hit deer and two or three dogs and cats.

        There is a moment in the middle of an accident when you know its going to happen and there isn’t anything you can do about it. This was that kind of situation. I instinctively closed my eyes, with the van still floored… NO TIME!!!… and horribly anticipated the ‘THUD. THOMP!’

        There was none!! There was no THUMP!! By now (milliseconds had passed) I had my brake on and was sliding to a stop in the road. In the most extreme fear and regret, an agony of guilt already gripping me I jumped out of the van expecting to see a crumpled body on the road. My heart was pounding, my breath coming in gasps of terror.

        Instead of just one cyclist laid out on the road flattened by a 16,500-pound truck there were three people there in the middle of the street. Two men and the ‘victim.’

        Agitated and confused I ran up to these men, my mouth flapping open in amazement.

        "It’s OK", said one of these ‘men’. "We saw the entire thing, you didn’t hit her, she is OK." I babbled something about being so sorry, then stuttered, "Are you sure? Is she really OK? I mean, I… I… I hit her… At least… I should have… Are you sure?" My mind couldn’t accept that she was unhurt, that she was, ‘UNHIT.’

        The other ‘man’ was helping her up off of the roadway and sure enough, SHE WAS OK. This young woman was apparently mildly retarded and she simply got on her bike and rode off. She wouldn’t tell me her name or anything. (She was extremely shook up.)

        I was flabbergasted… I felt like yelling at her as she rode away to get back under my truck where she belonged and start bleeding.

        I knew she should have been under my tires and shredded. I knew, in the normal course of events that I had hit her.

      Or at least, should have hit her.

      I was still sputtering to these two guys about how she just, "appeared in front of me. It’s my fault, etc." One of them held up a hand to silence me, looked me straight in the eye and said, "YOU have GOT to focus… FOCUS man! You have GOT to focus." Then both of them turned and ran across the street toward a car dealership. I remember they had blue mechanic coveralls on and I assumed that they both worked there.

      Physically shaking with stress and relief I drove in to the Fedex station. I was so worked up that I got on the radio and carried on and on about this ‘close call.’

      When I arrived at the station my manager suggested that I call the police in order to, ‘cover myself in case of a later lawsuit or hit and run complaint.’ I called the police, then called the car dealership to get the names of the two ‘witnesses.’ The person that I talked to at the car dealer walked through the entire shop trying to find the two people who saw this ‘accident.’ No one there had seen anything.

      I believe these two ‘men’ were Angels.

      No other explanation makes any sense at all. How was it that I ‘missed’ her? How was it that they were already in the middle of a four-lane road before I had even completely stopped my van? Why did this ‘man’ speak so forcefully to me, as if he knew I had reason to be unfocused? "FOCUS man, focus…"

      I believe they were waiting in the realm of the unseen and at the exact moment of the accident, they stepped in and yanked her out of the way, then sent her and I on our way. Someday in eternity I will thank these ‘men,’ these Angels.

      This is the difference. This… This wonderful intervention makes all the difference I need in my trouble now.

      I know that God doesn’t always intervene. I know that many times the accident happens. The sickness continues. The discouragement and oppression goes on, and on, but all the same He intervenes. Deep in the soul He intervenes. The Bible says that "God causes ALL things to work together for good to those who love him and are called according to his purpose." This intervention occurs on all levels all the time. We just don’t see it.