42: The Angel Held My Head

42: The Angel Held My Head

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Touched by an Angel

The Angel Held My Head

You’re not safe because of the absence of danger, but because of the protection of God.

~Author Unknown

I was supposed to be in the car with my father. We were running late to pick up my mom from her job at the hospital and I didn’t want to go. I had other plans in my head — a grand adventure that involved heading down the street to my best friend’s house. I begged my dad to let me stay home with my brother. Finally, he gave in.

I went in through the front door, snuck out the back, grabbed my tricycle, and hit the street. A moment later, I heard a strange noise behind me. I turned to look over my shoulder and panicked as I saw my father’s car backing out of the driveway towards me. I was too low to the ground for him to see me, and it was too late for me to move out of the way. As the car backed on top of me and I started to fall to the road, I saw a bright light descend from the sky. Seconds before my head hit the ground, I felt hands cradle it. I don’t remember much after that point, just different people surrounding me at different moments.

I was told later that my twelve-year-old brother and a family friend lifted the car, a heavy station wagon, off me while my father pulled me out from underneath. After being lifted out, I looked at everyone around me and noticed how frightened they all looked. I was unable to speak but desperately wanted to tell them, “It’s okay! Don’t be scared. The angel saved me. I’m going to be okay!” Later, after being flown to the children’s hospital, my mother met me as I was wheeled inside. I remember her wide-eyed face, full of tears, and yet I felt oddly at peace. She rushed over to me as tears continued to stream down her face. I looked at her as she held my hand and said, “Don’t worry Mommy, the angel held my head.”

The injuries I received that day were rather extensive. The car tire rolled over my leg at the knee and tore it open from side to side. It required hours of surgery and more than a hundred stitches to close. I had abrasions and bruises all over my body, except for one place; my head was completely uninjured. The doctors told my parents they were in complete disbelief. I should have had a concussion or fractured my skull, but they couldn’t find even a scratch on my head.

Many times in my life I have encountered stumbling blocks and begun to doubt my faith in God. Every time, I have thought back to that day when the angel held my head. Many memories from that time in my life are faint, but that one is distinct and vivid — the warmth and comfort I felt during a time when I should have been afraid.

~Kitrina Brian

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