From: Robb Wagner (robb@ccsi.com) Story type: Angel
Location: Austin, Texas, USA
Source: Form Submission
As an aside before I get started, let me thank you for such a wonderful service. The two stories I wish to relate to you are probably the two most defining moments of my life. It"s interesting to note that they took place several years apart, and I didn"t really grasp their significance in my life until after both had occured.
First of all, I need to point out that I am now very much a Christian. I was raised in a family which believed in Jesus, the Bible, and the like, but never really put that faith into practice in my life. Until, that is, these experiences.
I must also point out that I have always been very close to my grandparents on my mother"s side of the family. As a youngster, I spent much more time with them in Lampassas than I did with my family here in Austin. I have often said that they are the ones I consider to be my true "parents", at least in the emotional sense. This attachment is especially strong with my grandmother.
At the time of the first experience, in September of 1985, we lived about 500 feet down the street from my grandparents" house. They had moved to Austin shortly before the birth of my younger brother Ryan.
It should also be noted that both of my grandparents were then, and are today, extreemly active. My grandfather plays golf several times a day, and, at the time of this experience, often traveled back to Lampassas to play a round of golf every few months.
On this particular Friday morning, September 27, 1985, my grandfather rose early to drive to Lampassas for a game of golf with some old buddies of his. He had an unusally-late tee-time, and would not be back until that afternoon.
My mother"s birthday was coming up in two days - September 29th - and that Thursday, my grandmother had said something about needing to get into the attic to get some wrapping paper for her gift to Mom. My grandfather was a bit concerned, since they had just had a new furnice installed the previous weekend in the attic, and he was uneasy about letting her go up there alone (this was unusal for him, since he knows my grandmother is one to do things for herself, and she went into the attic all the time). He said that he would retrieve the wrapping paper once he returned from his golf trip the next day. He said later that he felt uneasy about the whole exchange, like he knew something was going to happen.
Well, being impatient as she is wont to be, my grandmother decided not to wait for him to get the wrapping paper. Instead, she decided to get it herself. She walked out to the garage, which was just off of the kitchen, and lowered the ladder to the attic. Before she climed on the first step, she said she heard the clock in the living room striking 11:00.
When she got to the top of the ladder, she took one step off of it, and the floor beneath her gave way. Apparently, when the workmen had finished their job earlier in the week, they had not done a very good job of securing the new flooring.
My grandmother plunged through the hole in the attic, landing feet-first onto the concrete garage floor. The location and position in which she landed were miracles in their own right; Her car was in the garage, and she landed in the 12-inch space between her car and a freezer.
The fall crushed her left heal completely, broke her left leg, and caused a compound fracture of the right leg. (The bone was actually potruding from the skin) She managed to drag herself into the house, and call my mother, who came right away. At this time, I was a student at Bedichek Junior High here in Austin. I was in my English class, which I disliked to no end, and so I was always watching the clock. About half way through class, I was asked to read a passage in a story we had been discussing. I, of course, complied, and began to read.
I got about three lines in to the passage, and suddenly, I couldn"t see the page anymore. Instead, I was at my grandmother"s house, in her attic (this was strange enough, since I had never been in her attic before), looking down through a hole in the floor. Below me lay my grandmother, her legs broken, and blood all about. My most vivid memory of that particular image is that of the bone in her right leg.
I didn"t know what had happened, and I wasn"t aware that I was no longer in my english class. (It did register to me that I was in my grandmother"s attic, looking down at her, but I had no memory of having been in class prior to my arrival at my vantage point.)
For some still-unknown-reason, I didn"t scream, although the sight of my grandmother lying on the garage floor was one of the most horrific I had ever seen. Something directed my eyes away from the scene on the floor, and I looked directly across from me in the attic. There was a figure, whom I assume to be a woman, since she spoke to me in a woman"s voice.
She was clothed in white, and her face seemed to glow. Not so brightly that you could not see her features, it was just a bright glow from her face. The thought "What happened to Ga?" (what I"ve always called my grandmother) passed through my mind.
Instantly, the answer came back from the figure across from me. Not in spoken words, but in clear, distinct words in my head. The voice was beautiful, and sounded as though it were been spoken by several people at once. Yet it was one voice, not several voices saying the same thing. The best way I can discribe it would be like the voice were being echoed through a huge, crystal room. The words litterally rang in my head.
"She fell," the figure said. "Your mother will be concerned that your grandmother will lose her leg. She won"t. She"ll be fine. Be strong, don"t worry, and have faith in Jesus."
The last sentance, unlike the others, seemed to ring in my head over and over. I kept hearing the figure say "Be strong...Don"t worry...Have faith in Jesus," as the vision slowly faded. I was filled with the most peaceful feeling I have ever experienced, before or since. It was as if you could take yourself in love and wrap it around you like a blanket.
The next thing I recall is my teacher asking if I was okay. I looked at the clock - it was about 11:05. I told her that I wasn"t, that there had been a family emergency, and that I had to get in touch with my family right away. Seeing how shaken I was (at least, I ASSUME I looked fairly shaken. I darn sure FELT it), she sent me to the office to call.
I didn"t even get that far. Instead, I went to the nearest phone (which was a pay phone, but at this point, I didn"t care) and called my Mom. By the time I got a hold of her, it was about 11:30.
She started the conversation by saying, "Robb, Ga..." "...Fell out of the attic," I finished for her. "Don"t worry, Mom, she"ll be fine. Don"t worry about her leg, she"ll be fine." Mom said later that I said all of this with what she considered remarkable calmness in my voice. She has said it was a calm she had never before heard in my voice. At the time of the conversation, she was confused as to how I knew what had happened only moments before, but was more concerned with my grandmother than anything, so she never really asked, and I never told her.
As I said, I was not brought up in a "practicing" Christian family, so I never felt comfortable with telling them of my Angelic visitor. They still don"t know about it. If they did, I"m certain they would dismiss it as the product of my imagination. To this day, they do not know how I knew so much about that day, and I have not told them.
There is NO doubt in my mind, however, of what I experienced that day. Several of my classmates asked me about it a few days after the experience, so I know it happened. The figure"s parting words, along with the feeling of love, lead me to change my life. I became a more religious person, and allowed God into my life more fully. This was not to be my last encounter with Angels, though. I will post the details of my second experience shortly.
Thanks again for your wonderful service!
God Bless,
Robb
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