page of Woman's World magazine in which the angel story was printed
A shocking tale... but one with a happy ending...
This story was written by my mother, and is an account of an actual incident. It was published in the March 22nd 2005 issue of Woman's World magazine, (though they changed it a bit).
Here's my mother's original story:
Back in 1994, when my husband Ed and I owned a company in Knoxville, Tennessee, we were on our way out west on a business trip. It was approaching nightfall when we were near Memphis and we were discussing which exit we needed to take to get to our hotel for the night. I was driving.
All of a sudden, I could see the darkness of a storm up ahead. We were in the right lane of the highway. Within seconds we were right in the middle of it all, in a rented car with no lights or wipers turned on, and it was really dark with the rain pouring down. The brake lights on the car directly in front of us went on and the car stopped. I had to hit my brakes to avoid hitting that car. Ed kept telling me to turn off the road. I tried, but I could not turn the steering wheel. Ed reached over and tried but could not turn it either. Then, within a split second, two large trucks passed on either side of us. I could see the side mirrors fly off the car.
Somehow we then did turn off the road and the driver of the semi came over and told us there was a safe place to turn off a little down the road. The police came and the driver of the semi on the left said that we had hydroplaned into the left lane and he did his best to avoid hitting us. The driver on the right said that he saw us drifting to the left and the only way he could go to prevent hitting us was on the right. If I had turned off the road to the right, we would have been directly in the path of the semi passing us on the right.
Neither Ed nor I felt anything, not even a jolt, though the car was smashed on both sides and was considered totaled.
After speaking to the highway patrolman, who could not believe we were not hurt, we got another rental car, stayed the night in Memphis and were on our way the next morning.
The car in front went on and we never knew who that was or why they hit the brakes.
We are certain that there was an angel in that car with us, holding that steering wheel in place to prevent us from turning into the path of that huge truck.
-- Dolores Hodge
Me & my family: Chloe, Joanie, Ed, Dolores, & Marie
I have looked up the effects of hydroplaning & driving in torrential rains, and could find no explanation as to why they were unable to turn the wheel. Just that apparently it's bad to turn the wheel while hydroplaning. And it would've been a very bad thing if they had turned the wheel. Whatever the reason, I am certainly glad they weren't able to turn that wheel.
I have heard similar stories and I find them to be very encouraging, that we are not alone. I have even had what might be described as an Angel encounter (I describe it that way.) What fascinates me is not that these things happen, but why they do not happen more, what is the rule of thumb for spirit interference in human affairs. Perhaps the question is erroneous, but not because spirit help isn't there. I suppose I mean that I may be sking the wrong question.
Thanks for the story Chloe!
Posted by Michael | Monday 09 May 2005 10:27AM
When I was twelve, I won $5 in a teen magazine contest. Since I was home alone and wanted to share my good fortune with someone, I called a girl my age to come with me to the mall. The weird thing is, this girl and I were not really good friends. Anyway, at one point I must have been separated from her and a handsome man in his twenties approached me and offered me money if I would agree to stand watch while he went into the woods to change. At first I suggested he just use the men's room in one of the department stores, but he stated the men's rooms were too dirty and he was afraid to dirty his clothes (now thinking back, I wonder just how the woods surrounding the mall could be cleaner!). Anyway, I was twelve and knew nothing of serial killers and rapists (this was 1972, innocent times when kids were naive) and almost agreed. Suddenly my companion showed up, said she was my big sister and told him we had to go home! She then educated me on just what was planned for our trip to the woods.
If I had gone to the mall by myself, I might not be writing this right now. I still believe I was guided to call this girl who knew a bit more about the world than I did!
Posted by Georjean | Sunday 15 May 2005 2:57PM
Wow Georjean, I remember you telling me about that one before. Definitely a creepy near miss...
Posted by Chloe | Monday 16 May 2005 2:07PM
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I have heard similar stories and I find them to be very encouraging, that we are not alone. I have even had what might be described as an Angel encounter (I describe it that way.) What fascinates me is not that these things happen, but why they do not happen more, what is the rule of thumb for spirit interference in human affairs. Perhaps the question is erroneous, but not because spirit help isn't there. I suppose I mean that I may be sking the wrong question.
When I was twelve, I won $5 in a teen magazine contest. Since I was home alone and wanted to share my good fortune with someone, I called a girl my age to come with me to the mall. The weird thing is, this girl and I were not really good friends. Anyway, at one point I must have been separated from her and a handsome man in his twenties approached me and offered me money if I would agree to stand watch while he went into the woods to change. At first I suggested he just use the men's room in one of the department stores, but he stated the men's rooms were too dirty and he was afraid to dirty his clothes (now thinking back, I wonder just how the woods surrounding the mall could be cleaner!). Anyway, I was twelve and knew nothing of serial killers and rapists (this was 1972, innocent times when kids were naive) and almost agreed. Suddenly my companion showed up, said she was my big sister and told him we had to go home! She then educated me on just what was planned for our trip to the woods.
If I had gone to the mall by myself, I might not be writing this right now. I still believe I was guided to call this girl who knew a bit more about the world than I did!
Wow Georjean, I remember you telling me about that one before. Definitely a creepy near miss...
