Somebody Saved Me Today: But Who?

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I was driving innocently today. I had just dropped off my two oldest children in Stafford, VA to go back with their father. I was in my Prius compact car, enjoying the winter wind through my window, while listening to Zak Bagans’ song “In My Dungeon”…

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I noticed out of the corner of my right eye – an 18 wheeler on the exit ramp coming onto Interstate 95 South.

Have you ever been to Virginia? On Interstate 95? Wacko drivers. Avoid it.Β 

Still enthralled in listening to my favorite song of my very brilliant idol I noticed something was off.

This 18 wheeler had nothing on the back of his bed. His bed was high. He was coming off of the exit ramp at a good 50 MPH. I was in the middle lane. It struck me then like something out of an 80’s sitcom when the answer to the question just suddenly appears within such a short time span. He was not stopping.

This truck continued to swerve and he was coming into my lane.

“He doesn’t see me. Oh my God. He doesn’t see me.”

Prius owners unite: we understand we blow the concept of the “blind spot”.

I was clutching the wheel in a panic. There was nowhere to go.

But wait. There was.

Before I could blink and say “I love cats” – I was underneath the bed of his truck. My compact Prius wedged between his bed and tires.

I began to beep. Scream.

What good will this do me NOW?

Ever seen National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation?

It can really happen. My life began to flash before my eyes. I could see my children’s faces, hear their laughs. I saw bright lights around. I could hear my husband’s voice “You’re my everything”…

Oh my God. I’m dying.

This was it. I was about to see the pearly gates of Heaven – witness the miracles that so exist from those who speak of near death experiences. For us Ghost Adventures fans, I was about to become one. This was my day. February 17, 2014. Age 34. She loved coffee, scary movies, her husband, her children, football, beer and nachos. I could see my obituary.

I had one out. While saying a Hail Mary – praying like I had always been taught in my Catholic church that I hadn’t visited in years after many thoughts of wondering about my faith – I was praying like I never had before.

Dear God: please, I am going to swerve to the third lane, I cannot see out my side view mirror. Please, don’t let there be a car. Help me. Β I cannot leave my babies. I cannot leave my husband, my family, my kitty cat Macy. Please.

I gave myself an ultimatum. I kept my hands gripped to the wheel and I swerved.

Today my friends, I witnessed a miracle.

As it turns out an angel in a gold Honda Civic had stopped traffic in the third lane. He had seen my plight. He had stopped them 1/4 of a mile back to allow me time to swerve back in the lane without hitting anybody. My car went off the road – and then something took control of my hands. Instead of hitting the guard rail – I went back onto the road, and stayed in the third lane. I did not overcorrect. I did not hit anybody. My car had not a scratch.

Neither did I.

It’s like an umpire yelling when a man on 3rd steals home base:

YOU’RE SAFE!

I immediately began to sob. Still shaking I called my husband to hear his voice. I called my mother to hear hers.

Now home and on my couch with a cold beer I wonder:

What was it that saved me today?

Somebody knew it was not my time – and they made sure of it.

Could it have been my love of the song I was listening to keeping me calm?

Could it have been the thought of my husband, children, and family?

Could it have been that amazing, thoughtful gold Honda Civic?

Or was it something deeper?

I should have died today. I saw the lights, I heard the sounds, there was really no way to avoid it.

Yet I did.

A guardian angel, perhaps. A keeper of my soul.

Regardless, I’m home. I’m home where I’m obviously meant to be now.

To February 17, 2014: today was not my time. Someday it will be – but it was not today.

To the driver of the Mack Truck: learn to pay attention. You could have killed this mother of 3. And knowing me, and my love of the paranormal and Ghost Adventures, I would have haunted the living crap out of you.

Life is good.

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141 comments

  1. It clearly wasn’t your time. Your number wasn’t up my friend, congratulations. Plus that Honda Civic will always be in your mind, but quickly forgotten by everybody else. Silent Hero.

  2. Some are saying this made them laugh, this made me cry! Thinking it was your last moments you thought you’d be alive, that you would never be able to hug your kids and husband again. What’s scary thought, glad you are safe. I wish the guy in the truck had to deal with those consequences of unsafe driving, too bad he never was caught!

  3. OMG! This had me on the edge of my seat! I don’t even know you, BUT
    feel so glad that you escaped death literally by the tips of your fingertips.
    I am a firm believer that if it isn’t meant for someone to die, then they
    won’t, and somehow like you come out of all of it unscathed. I know for
    a fact things like this can happen, because it happened to me many years
    ago. I had just left my boyfriends house who is now my husband, and I was
    sitting at a stop sign, looked both ways, was fixing to pull out, and all the
    sudden, time seemed to slow, and I felt dazed, foggy, and when everything
    seemed to clear, a car flew past me, and instantly I knew I should have been
    hit, but wasn’t, and knew some what I call divine intervention saved me.
    I am a church goer now, big on faith and miracles, and of course prayer,
    so God works in mysterious ways:). BTW….I LOVE Ghost Adventures too,
    and a firm believer of the paranormal, and have two posts on my blog
    about some experiences, so take a look if you want:) You are blessed:)

  4. Finally, someone giving credit where credit is due! Of course God saved you. If only more people believed in all the beautiful stuff we can’t see with our eyes, this world would look a whole lot brighter. Congratulations on not croaking.

  5. What an amazing story!
    I would have interpreted it as the universe telling me that I can’t go until I see my favorite NFL team win a Super Bowl.
    And, as I am a Lions fan, I’ve got time on my side.

  6. God saved you πŸ™‚
    Just a few weeks ago I side-slipped with my car and I almost hit the bulwark of the road… And in less than a few seconds my car stopped in the right direction with the engine still working,,, I have good reflexes and my car is very good, but still… that must have been God πŸ™‚

  7. That is truly a miracle! God was certainly watching over you:) I had an experience when I should have died on the highway, but my mother and I were miraculously spared. I’m glad you’re all right! You have an exciting writing style as well.

  8. Wow! This story has me all amped early in the morning! That’s a miracle. I had no idea a car could actually fit under one of those things! I’m glad someone was looking out for you and heard your prayer. Amazing πŸ™‚

  9. I really don’t believe in luck. I don’t know you and I will never do, but I am a bit happier now that I know that another person lived through sth like this and survived πŸ™‚
    Live every day to your fullest so when “your time comes” you will have no regrets!

  10. Just read your story. Do you write for a living, because your words just flowed and kept me captivated. I live in Ontario, Canada and just today we had something like 90 cars pile up on highway 400. Extreme white out conditions. Nuts, the highways. You simply risk your life every time you decide to use one. People don’t not paying attention anymore. I came up behind a guy and had to slow down to his 50 kilometers (Canada, eh?) when I was doing 110! He had his head down, because he was texting!!! With both hands!!! What happened to ‘Keep your eyes on the road’?
    Anyway, thanks for the happy ending story in a world full of stories with bad endings.

    All the best to you.

  11. God is magnificent. I am in DC so I know exactly what you mean. Urs is proof that prayer works!

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