Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Guardian Angels

Since today's the last day for entries for the Guardian Cowboy giveaway (It's coming out tomorrow!!!!!! SQUEEEEEEEEAAAALLLLL! Ok, excitement has been purged.) I thought I'd make this post about guardian angels.

I recently (I think it was recently. The way my days and weeks and months run together it coulda been last Juvember...) commented on another blog where guardian angels were the topic and was amazed by all the stories of guardian angels.

In a way I think I've had one. When I was very young, somewhere between 4 and 6, I was sitting on the swingset at my memmaw's when my aunt lost control of her car and came straight at me. I was paralyzed with fear and just sat there watching the car barreling down on me. I could see my aunt's face and she was stunned & terrified too. My oldest brother jumped in the car (right on her lap) and stomped on the break, but not in time. They hit the swingset and it was a mangled mess.

I wasn't in it. Something moved me to the tree in the middle of the yard and dropped me. My legs moved, but I wasn't running. It was the weirdest thing.

I also remember during second or third grade, we stood outside to wait for the schoolbusses at the end of the day and I was a little bitty thing. These two big boys came up and started picking on me. My brother wasn't anywhere near to see so I was on my own and basicly defenseless. Some other big kid walked over and told them to leave me alone. They took one look at the kid and scrammed. I turned to thank the kid and there was no one there. I looked all over. There was absolutely nowhere that kid could have escaped to that fast and I never saw him again.

Things have happened in my life that made me wonder if I had a guardian angel. I remember the day my daddy died, earlier in the day I'd looked up and saw the bright white outline of what had to be a kid standing in the hall looking in the window to his hospital room. I wondered who it could have been, and later on my mother and brother went to a psychic who told my brother our sister was watching over us. My mom had never told him about the child she lost between him and me (miscarriage). There was no way the psychic could have known this, but he did. It really makes you wonder, doesn't it?

Last day for entries for the Guardian Cowboy giveaway. Remember to leave #CRLwin in your comments to enter! (And if you don't win this time, don't worry. I'll be giving away a copy of Blood Curse next.)
Winner of Guardian Cowboy announced tomorrow!

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