“My mother has told myself and anyone of the night my life was saved by an ‘Angel’ when I was two. I don’t remember any of this, but this incident caused my mom to continue to be as religious as she can be today. Around 10 pm on this night when I was two, the babysitter my mom got me had fallen asleep on the couch, and my mom opened the garage door and walked inside the house expecting me to be upstairs asleep. The door was left open and I crawled out because I guess the streetlights and steady rain seemed attractive to me. My mom explains that after freaking out that she couldn’t find me she ran outside to crawl to the edge of the sidewalk, look forward and stop right as a large truck began to speed up the street. Sitting across the street in the pouring rain was a teenage boy in a light hoodie and sweatpants staring directly at me shaking his head as in ‘no.’ My mom ran forward, picked me up, and began to come back up the driveway when she turned around and the boy was nowhere to be found.
To this day she believes that the kid was my guardian angel and that if he wasn’t there I would have kept on going right in front of the truck. To whoever that was, thanks.”