From: Robb Wagner (robb@ccsi.com) Story type: Angel
Location: Austin, Texas, USA
Source: Form Submission
Hi again, Folks!
First of all, I want to thank everyone who wrote to me in response to my first post. It"s nice to know there"s a place where I can relate these experiences, and be supported in doing that.
Anyway, several of you asked for the second of my "Angel" experiences, so here it is. This one isn"t as dramatic, since I did not actually SEE anything, but rather heard it. But, in its own way, this episode was more important to me.
June 25, 1988 fell on a Saturday. It had been a fairly quiet day, so I was searching for something to do. I ran across an ad in the paper for a demonstration of the (then) new IBM PS/2 line (how"s that for dating this experience, folks?) that was going to be held at one of the malls here in Austin.
Being into computers and all as I was, and since I was looking to move up to an IBM-based system, I thought this would be a good chance for me to get a good look at some of the newer machines, and see if any of them were what I was looking for.
So, Dad and I decided to go to this demonstration, which was supposed to start around 7:30. We hopped in the car, and off we went.
The demonstration lasted about an hour, so we got done at about 8:30. On our way back to the car, Dad remembered he had to stop and pick something up my Mom had seen in one of the stores a few days before. So, we backtracked, found the item, and started back toward the car.
Since we had been detoured in getting back to the parking lot, it was now coming on about 8:45 in the evening. Now, a bit of legal background here:
For those of you who don"t live here in Texas, we have a seatbelt law. I had always been very dilligant about wearing my seatbelt, anyway. It was the first thing I did whenever I got into the car.
So, after I had climbed into the car, I reached up, as usual, to put on my seatbelt. I pulled it across my chest, and snapped it into the buckle.
At almost the exact same time that the belt snapped into place, I HEARD a thought run through my mind. Actually, physically, HEARD it. Not as if I were thinking to myself, because it was in a different voice, and it was more real than that, anyway. This voice (which was male) said, "Make sure it"s tight."
It flashed through my mind so quickly that I didn"t stop to think, "Hey, Robb - There"s some guy talking to you." If I HAD thought that, I probably would have gotten out of the car right away, run off in the other direction, and beat my Dad home. Instead, though, I just gave the seatbelt a few extra tugs to make sure it was in safely, and didn"t think much of it after that.
Now, the main road out of the malls parking lot (which runs west-east) runs into the main north-south road in a T-shaped intersection. At the intersection is a three-way stoplight (the west-east road dead-ends at this point, so there is no need for a fourth light on that road on the other side).
The west-east road is a two-lane road. We were in the left lane, getting ready to turn, and there was a second car on our right. We were the first in line.
As the light turned green and we started to pull out, some idiot (and that"s the nicest thing I can think of at this point to call him) came flying through the intersection, and just clipped the front end of our car. (This was one of the old Monza stationwagons, that had sort of sunken headlights, where the hood of the car actually extended OVER the headlights by an inch or two. He hit the driver"s side of the car, at the very end of that extention, so he only caught a few inches of us.) The police report says that he was doing between 95-100mph at the time. Had it been a side-impact, my Dad (who was driving) and I would probably have both been killed.
The impact spun our car around, so that we were facing the opposite direction of our turn (we had been turning to go south, and ended up facing north). It also knocked us into the car that had been in the right lane at the light.
Dad was fine, but I knew right away my left leg was broken. And my chest hurt like HELL. I"ve never experienced a pain like that before or since, but I often joke with my fiancee that, when we have kids, I know what kind of pain she"s going to be in.
The pain was from the force of the seatbelt on my chest. In fact, the belt left marks on my chest that stayed for several days after the accident. Being in that kind of pain made it tough to get much air at all, not to mention scared the living daylights out of me. I was honestly convinced I was going to die. As this was my first (and thankfully, to this point, ONLY) accident, I didn"t know what you were supposed to feel before you died in a car wreck, but I honestly thought I was finding out right there.
Anyway, I went to the nearest hospital, still in a lot of pain, and still convinced I was dying. As I was lying in one of the rooms off the main ER, waiting for the doctor to come in, I heard this same voice I had heard earlier in the evening say, "You"re going to be fine. You still have much to do in your life." I got the same sort of feeling of love and comfort that I did at my first encounter, and all the fear of my impending doom seemed to melt away.
I looked around, but saw no one who could have said this. My Dad was elsewhere in the hospital being checked over, and, although my Mom WAS in the room at this point, the voice I heard was very much male. The door to the exam room was closed, as the doctor had not yet come in. The doors in this ER are THICK doors (I know - I now volunteer at the same hospital), and besides, this voice was in much closer. This time the sound didn"t come from INSIDE my head, but more like someone were talking directly into my left ear.
I asked Mom if she had heard anything, and she said, "No". But I knew what I had heard.
Who was it? I have no idea. My own personal FEELING is that it was Jesus Himself. I can"t say for sure, but that"s the feeling I got right away. Whoever it was, it was NOT the same Angel I had seen before, since it was a male voice.
The last part, "You still have much to do with your life", is still something I play back to myself almost every day. I now KNOW God has a plan for me, and that I have a task to complete here. Just what that is, I don"t know. But I came away from this experience VERY sure that whoever, or whatever "God" really is, He IS out there. And I don"t fear death as much, anymore.
I didn"t mean to turn this into an essay on my theological beliefs, sorry.
I"d love to hear comments, questions, or anything you have to either of the stories I"ve posted so far. I love hearing from you guys, and will do my best to get back to each of you.
Thanks again for listening! God Bless,
Robb
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