From: Marlena DePetris (depetris@mail.uams.edu) Story type: Angel Location: Hoopeston, IL Source: Form Submission
I really don't know how or where to begin to relate what has
taken place in my life. The earliest I know of Angels in my life
was when I was only around three years old. One day my dad had
gone to have his hair cut, the barber shop that he went to was
only two blocks away, so my dad had walked. My mom was going to
take all four of us kids with her and go pick him up when he was
done. Just as we were to leave the phone rang so mom went back in
the house to answer it. While she was in the house my brothers
were picking on me. I am the baby of the family. My next to the
oldest brother was chasing me around the yard, and I ran out in
the street in front of a car. The impact threw me in front of the
neighbors house. My mom heard the commotion and ran out the door
she jumped the 7 or 8 steps from our porch and picked me up. She
said it was as if the stairs did not even exist she just jumped
and ran to me. She said that it was if she just blinked and was
at my side. The neighbors kept the other kids and the boy who hit
me rushed me and my mom to the medical center. On the way he hit
a parked car, which only did minor damage and he just kept going.
The medical center was just a group of doctors' offices as we did
not have a local hospital at that time. This happened to be next
door to the barber shop where my dad was. I was transferred by
ambulance to a hospital that was about thirty miles away. I had a
substantial skull fracture and a large cut from my elbow back
towards my wrist. During this whole ordeal my mother stayed by my
side and prayed that God would heal me. At the same time my dad
and all of the church people gathered to pray for me. While at
this hospital I did not speak to anyone for four days. My
injuries were far beyond their expertise so I was transferred to
Michael Reese Hospital in Chicago. Right before I was placed in
the ambulance for transfer my uncle gave me a little plastic
doll, and I ask him if it was "all mine?". When I
arrived in Chicago they had a team of surgeons waiting and I went
through another three days of X-rays and brain wave testing
(EEG). It was determined that they would have to do surgery to
relieve the pressure on the brain. On the forth day I was
scheduled to go to surgery, just before being prepared one of the
doctors came in to examine me when he began to gently run his
hands over my head my mother said that they could hear the crack
close. From that point they took me back to x-ray and could see
that the crack had closed. When my mom phoned to have my dad make
arraignments to bring me back home, about a hundred miles, he was
not at home so she phoned the undertaker because they were the
ones who maintained the local ambulance service. The undertaker
has twin daughters my age and he was so happy that I had survived
that he brought my dad to Chicago to pick us up. I can remember
how frustrated I would get because I had been hurt. The boy who
hit me gave me a beautiful big doll after I came home and he
would come over to see me and would keep telling me how sorry he
was for hurting me. I took the doll put it on the floor and
jumped on it. Each time I did this I would hear someone (I
believe to be my guardian angel) tell me that it was OK and that
God would not take me at such a young age because I had lots of
work to do in my life. I had to have EEG scans done each year
until I was 9 or 10 and there was never a sign of the injury. I
have yet to know what that plan is but I am here to tell you that
there is a God and that I believe that he sends his angels to
look after us. I believe that this was a plan of someone greater
than you and I.
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