THE CAR WITH A MIND OF ITS OWN

In 1987 I had a nearly new car, a BMW, my very first BMW, and I was in love with it. I had a little talk with it one night in the garage sitting in it in the dark, promising it that I would always take care of it. I would always wax it when it needed waxing, buy it new shoes, and keep it cared for and clean. And in return, I wanted it to care for me, too. I wanted it to start whenever I needed to get somewhere and I wanted it to be safe on slick roads. I had this really neat agreement with my car and then never thought about it again; just released it and let it go.

I looked down at all the gauges to see if anything was lit up because I had no idea what could be wrong. Nothing was on at all, and I looked back up just in time to see a car going across the intersection about ninety miles an hour, with two police cars right behind it, at exactly the same moment I would have been there. All three of them would have broadSided me!

The minute that the second police car cleared the intersection, all the power came back on in my car-every bit, everything! The radio came back on, the air conditioning continued to blow, the car continued to move, and I never put my foot on the gas again, either. I didn't even touch the gas. The car just started going again.

As soon as I got through that intersection and I was safe on the other side, on the shoulder of the highway, I pulled off because I was shaking quite a bit. And I really just wanted to be thankful. I wanted just to sit still and thank God and get myself collected. Then a little wing started brushing against the side of my face. It felt just like feathers on the side of my face. I couldn't see anything, but it brushed against me for two or three minutes while I kept thanking God for protecting me from what probably would have been a deadly accident. I don't know how I could have survived.

I will never forget looking up from the dashboard and seeing those cars going through that intersection. And I mean they were going so fast, people were scattering to get out of the way. And other cars were scattering to get out of the way, and I would have been right in the middle of that at that time, and at the speed I was traveling-forty miles per hour-we would have been perpendicular to each other right in the center. Those two police cars couldn't have stopped in time. It would have been all four of us-one big pile. It was really amazing.

That was my very first experience. When the angel came the first time and brushed against me over and over again, I said, "Is that my angel that I have talked to so long?" It brushed again really quick, as though it were answering me. It was really important to me. It was the most vivid demonstration of that power that's within us all the time to protect us. I guess I was just in a mode of total trust and it just worked through me without my blocking it.

Since that point, my angel comes back the same way by brushing its wings against my cheek. There's never been anything else that dramatic, but many, many minor things have happened as if to say, "Don't go that way or don't do this or don't touch that." Oh, it really protects me very, very vividly. I mean it's not questionable. I know when it's there.