This story involves my son, James and three of his friends, Ashleigh, Jayden and Bradley. (Not their real names). Four young people, all in their early twenties, who had spent a happy evening together. Their last, as it would turn out, for by the next morning, two of them would be dead.
To this day James is not sure why he didn’t get into the car with the others. He wanted to. He tried to. But he couldn’t. Something prevented him. So he said goodbye to his friends and headed for his own car. A last minute change of plan, for he had fully intended to spend the night with them. That last minute decision probably saved his life, for, had he been in the car, he would almost certainly have been killed.
Ashleigh, her boyfriend, Jayden and her younger brother, Bradley began their fatal ride over the mountain pass, headed for home. A destination they would never reach. At the summit of the pass, whoever was driving lost control and the car plunged down into the gully, rolling and bouncing before coming to rest against a rock far below. Jayden and Bradley were flung violently from the tumbling vehicle and were both killed instantly. Ashleigh regained consciousness to find herself alone in the darkness. Screaming in terror and confusion, she ran frantically around the twisted heap of metal that was all that remained of the car. Through her screams, she became aware of a voice calling her name. “Ashleigh!”
She stopped. “Jay?” she quavered uncertainly.
“Come with me.” The voice was gentle and loving. “Follow me.”
Her hand was taken and she was led through the bushes, over rocks and up the steep incline that led to the road above. A deserted, lonely road, where no young girl would like to find herself alone at that time of the night.
The lights of a nearby village beckoned in the distance. Strong, gentle hands began to push her from behind. Several times she tried to turn around, but each time she was gently but firmly propelled to face the lights.
“Walk,” a voice insisted in her ear. “Walk to the lights.”
A few minutes later the hum of a distant car became audible as it made its solitary way over the mountain pass. To the driver it was evident that the young girl caught in the beam of his headlights, was in trouble.
“Why are you all alone on this road, Miss?” he asked.
“I’m not alone,” she answered. “Jay..........” She stopped. There was nobody there. She was alone.
But the story did not end there.
Exactly one year later, James and Ashleigh went and placed flowers on the two crosses that marked the scene of the accident. After that they went to have a drink in memory of Jayden and Bradley.
That night the entire Cape Peninsula had a power failure and was plunged into total darkness. From Cape Town to Simonstown, not a light shone anywhere in the inky blackness.
As Ashleigh drove home her mind mulled over the tragedy. Was it really a whole year ago? It didn’t seem possible. Suddenly she noticed a red robot up ahead, commanding her to stop. As she stopped, a speeding car streaked past the front of her car. Had she not stopped when she did, there would have been a massive collision and in all likeliness, she would have been killed.
So who prevented James from getting into the car that fateful night? And who led Ashleigh up to the road? And how could there have been a red robot when there was no electricity? Is it possible that angels intervened? Well, what do YOU think?
Apart from the fact that names have been changed, this story is absolutely true. Since that terrible accident when my son was miraculously spared, I have done research on angels and am amazed at how many people have had similar experiences. Experiences for which there is just no explanation. Please let me know if you have had some sort of angel experience.
God bless you.