my guardian angel

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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