reply to post by visitor76
In reply to Guardian angels and car accidents I had this happen to me and my daughter nearly 3 years ago.
OK, I have been reading through these posts, and am real happy I am not alone here. Trouble is, what you all think are anomalies, and glitches in the
time continuum, I have to deal with every day sometimes. You spoke of Guardian Angels and car accidents, Visitor,
and some of the others spoke
of ghosts. I see ghosts too, have for all my life. They used to bother me a lot, but in time I learned not to let them know you can see them, they do
not bother me.
I am not trying to go off topic here, but this story needs to be told, so please bear with me. It is not an easy story to tell.
When I was a child, a little boy, we lived near a big woods, and I played in that woods every day that nature permitted. Viet Nam was just getting
started good, and Korea was a recent memory. I was always hearing war stories, and much like other boys of the time, I played war. We all did in those
days, even at school. things were different then, and we could bring toy guns to school with us. As I played, I had "men." these "men" were quite
real, I could touch them, talk to them, and we fought many battles together. I still remember how they looked. Dressed in ragged clothes, and carrying
antique rifles, there were always six of them. These men have been with me for all my life, even today, when danger rears it's ugly head, they start
appearing. My whole family has seen then, several overnight lady guests were felt up, including my wife. More than once I have woke up to see one
sitting on my bed, or in a chair, cleaning his rifle.
In 1970 I was a service mechanic, a good one, I was always in demand with the hot rodders. I had a 1962 Pontiac Catalina hardtop, with a '66
421 HP V-8 with Tri-Power
engine.This car was fast with a
I had struck a parked car with it, and a body shop owed my Step Dad a big favor, so he sent the Pontiac to the shop to be fixed and painted. Now my
buddy had one of those Ford Torino
coupes with a 428 Cobra-Jet engine, a true factory hot rod
that. It was a Saturday, we had been drinking most of the day, him bragging about that Ford, and telling me that his car could beat mine any day,
anytime, some of you may remember this kind of talk from your early years? Anyway, I got a phone call that the Pontiac was finished. My buddy and I
drove up to where it was, about 30 miles, and man was she pretty! Gunmetal grey with red striping, on the rear quarters is said,"Runnin'
in bright red with gold outlines. Wish I had a photo, my words alone cannot do this beast justice. My buddy and I made a bet...whoever
got back to town first won, the loser had to buy the beer for the weekend blowout. We left, stopping for a 6-pack each, for the drive back, you see.
We took off together, he pulled ahead, but I got ahead of him by running a stoplight. I put my foot down on that big block monster, and these three
carbs rang in my ears. I still get a rush just thinking about it. The road home was arrow straight, but 10 miles from home was a sweeping 'S' curve.
As I came into the curve, it suddenly began to rain. The road, slick with washed up oil, was hard to drive on, and I lost control at 90 miles an hour.
The Pontiac skidded around and went into a muddy field, spinning and spinning, and then straightened out. I was headed straight for a giant oak tree,
and as anyone who has hit one of these know well, they do not move. Everything slowed way down, it was like I was in a slow motion movie, the tree got
closer and closer, and as I was almost to it, a soldier dressed in rags appeared in the passenger seat and pulled me to him, and pushed me to the
floor. As I hit the carpet, we hit. I laid there and watched as the sheet metal dash and steering column came back and uprooted the bucket seat,
pushing it back to where the back seat was, the metal wrapper around me, and there were thousands of small pieces of glass flying, and sticking into
me. I will never forget how it sounded.
When it all calmed down, I was laying in a growing pool of my own blood, I could feel the rain coming down on me, and hear the clicking sounds as the
engine began to cool. I could smell hot oil, and coolant and is spilled to the ground. I laid there and was thinking...trying to remember Health
Class...how much blood is in the human body, and how much can I lose and still live? It was then I felt a hand shake my shoulder, and a voice asked if
I was alive. It was a State Trooper, he told me later the car had one taillight still burning, and he noticed it from the road. The Ambulance came,
and the guys did the best they could, I was trapped in the car tight. They told me they had called a wrecker with a torch, this was before everyone
had a Jaws of Life. The wrecker guys cut me out, burning my back in three places. The man running the torch was crying, he felt real bad because he
was hurting me so. I passed out.
When I woke up I was in the hospital with doctors around me. Outside of 6 broken ribs, a broken elbow and forearm, and a face full of glass, and
perhaps some internal injuries, a collapsed lung I found out later, I was fit as a fiddle. Two day later the Trooper came in to see me, and we talked.
He asked me if I knew the men who were "guarding" my wrecked car? Of course I assured him that I did not, but I know who they were. Those men saved
my life, and not just that one time, but 5 other times as I grew older. Why? I have no idea. They never speak to me, just show up when needed. True
story. Took me an hour to type it all out, I kept on crying.