READERS TALES
My Guardian Angel
I had been working for a business about seven miles from where
I lived. A small rural area in Northern KY. Driving the same seven miles,
every morning and every evening, turning the curves and braking became automatic. I
would get home and not even remember that I had gone around the curves or even if I met
anyone along the way. It was a country road, but it had a dividing line down the
center. A winding, country road, but I knew it well and would often drive it at
50-55 mph. Practically with my eyes closed.
One morning I left home in a thick fog. Out in the
country fog is not unusual, but this was really thick and heavy. you couldn't see 30
feet in front of you. It reminded me of the Stephen King novel, "The
Fog". Anyway, that foggy morning, I was running late. Driving fast down
this road, but I knew every bump, every curve like the back of my hand. Rarely
meeting any traffic. I had rounded a curve knowing a pair of twin bridges were about
a quarter mile on down, and another 200 yards down another road would intersect with
my road. They were narrow, one-lane bridges and one just past the other. I had
just rounded the curve onto a straight stretch at about 50 mph.,
when I heard a
female voice say in a normal tone, "Sandy, slow down". Now, I
was thinking,
"Did I hear something?", because I was alone in the car with not even the radio
on. Then the voice yells into my right ear "SANDY!! SLOW
DOWN!!", as I came to the bridges. I had
just braked and reduced my speed to about 10 mph, thinking, "What in the world?" and "Who said
that?"
Then, there, right in front of me, at the intersection, in the heavy fog, I
could barely see the red taillights of a car, stalled. I
had enough of
my wits about me to think I needed to get off to the side of the road before another vehicle
came along. As I did this, the driver of the stalled car
got it started and drove
off. I never saw who it was or recognized the car.
I sat in my car,
alongside the road, thinking about what had just happened, and how how close I had came to
running into that car at the speed I had been driving.
Recognizing the VOICE, I
began to shake and cry uncontrollably. It subsided after a few moments though.
See, it was my mother's voice telling me to slow down. She had died five years
earlier. I periodically feel she's with me. Watching over me.
-Sandy
in KY.
