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Everybody knows about guardian angels or spirit guides. At least, they are supposed to be beings in the spirit realm that watch over us, but most of the time they are on their coffee break when we need them. We, clumsy humans, cause plenty of mishaps and accidents and nobody is there to avoid them. But once in a (very rare) while people get into a very dangerous situation and something unexplainable happens, at least by physical laws. How it was possible that something so miraculous did happen can only be explained by an intervention by other beings who are able to manipulate or override the physical laws of our world in order to save the lives of the people involved. Or could it be that we ourselves have that power somewhere deep in ourselves, and that we can activate it in extreme circumstances?
The following are a couple of experiences from people who were in such situations.
What do you do when you turn a corner and there is a car in front of you:
My friend was
driving in the country in England near near his home one evening
returning from work.
Another poster on the same website commented with a similar story:
I had a very similar experience, multiple
witnesses ( around 30 ) .
Flying into the back of another car, or not:
I was in the Navy a few years back and on my way to another base for training. It is about five in the morning and I cannot recall if I was still pregnant with my daughter or if I just given birth to her a few months prior. So as Iím driving, itís very dark, but you know when the light just starts to come in and itís so beautiful. The roads were very clear and empty. I got a phone call on Bluetooth and when the Convo was done, I looked down for just a split second literally and when I looked back up there was a huge back-up that appeared out of nowhere literally out of nowhere. I had just looked down and there was no traffic, there was no other cars there was nothing up ahead I kid you not. Everything was clear, smooth sailing.
Next thing I knew I was flying into the back of another car which would have surely caused a horrible accident for many many cars up ahead of me. It was too late to stop so I closed my eyes and my heart stopped with fear, I donít know what happened after that. I ended up in the right shoulder lane not crashed into anything, not even the concrete barrier but I ended up perfectly situated behind a car.
After reading that how did I end up safely put, no harm, no damage, no nothing, no worried honking concerned citizens. It was straight silence like nobody even saw it AT ALL!!!!!!
I can assure you it was something no one could miss no matter how hard they tried. Itís like I flew into a portal to a new reality or something lmfao like nobody budged or ANYTHING! (Reddit)
Another poster commented on this post with his own experience:
I had a very similar incident. I believe I posted it before.
I came on to a short on-ramp too fast into all lanes full of traffic. I made it onto the first lane, but the momentum was carrying me straight into a white car beside me. As I was less than an inch from hitting it, I closed my eyes.
No crunch. No screech. No death or drama. I open my eyes and Iím idling on the left shoulder. No honking. No sirens. Just me.
I looked around, got a clearing, and got back in traffic to go home. But I know thereís no way I avoided that crash. It was happening. Then it didnít.
How do you drive through brush without a scratch:
Hard to explain these incidents, but because
it's happened to me I cannot deny that they do happen.
Help from a recently deceases nurse. This is not an accident that was avoided, but the prevention of even more serious injury :
When I was 15, my dad and I were leaving a racetrack near San
Diego. It was late (10 pm or so) and we had been racing all weekend
(Jr. Drag Racing) so we were both exhausted. My dad was driving our
motor home with our big toy hauler trailer behind it. I always sat
up front as co-pilot while he drove. I was extra tired that night,
so I decided to lay down on one of the couches behind the front
seats and sleep the rest of the way back home to Palm Desert. We
were driving on a long, straight two-lane road (one lane each
direction) near Hemet and my dad could only see one car in front of
him about a quarter mile out. It had been in front of us for a few
I dozed off for just a few minutes and woke up to an
abrupt stop (not so much slamming on the breaks but enough to know
it wasn't a stoplight sort of stop). There was beeping (whenever the
motor home was in Park, it beeped kind of like a seat belt
alarm-thing in a normal car) so I was confused as to why we were
suddenly parked. Then I heard the screaming. A woman's screaming, in
complete misery, terror and pain, coming from right outside. My dad
stood up, told me to call the police, that there was an accident and
to not leave the motor home. He ran out of the door and I stood up
and stared at the scene on the road in front of us. Two small sedans
were crumpled just 20 ft in front of us, obviously a head-on
collision with the two cars going in different directions. Both were
smoking, there was debris everywhere. I watched as my dad ran to one
of the cars and yelled, asking if everyone was okay. The woman
screaming was in that car, she was the passenger. Her door was caved
in and barely hanging onto the car frame. My dad tried to open the
door but it wouldn't budge. He grabbed it by its frame and pushed
down in what I can only describe as super human strength, when you
see a mom lift an object off of her kid that she would never
normally be able to lift. Just pure, supernatural adrenaline
strength. The door snapped off its hinges and my dad tossed it away.
He was trying to talk to the screaming girl, asked if she knew where
she was, if she was okay. The driver was answering, in shock but
awake. I was wondering why my dad wasn't grabbing them and taking
them out of the car to safety. He stood at the car for a while and
then finally moved to the other car. There was just one male driver
and he apparently was responding but still, my dad didn't try to
help him out.
He ran back to the motor home and asked if I had
called 911 and I hadn't so he started calling. At this point, we had
probably been stopped for no longer than 10 minutes and cars had
begun to come up and stop behind us. We were so long with the
trailer that there was no way we could turn around or even get past
the accident so we just waited for the emergency personnel to show
Fast forward to the ambulance arriving, cops, fire engines,
etc. They had gotten the girls out of the car (they were both 16
years old) and had to use the jaws of life to get the man out (the
car had crushed his lower body inside and both of his legs were
crushed). About an hour had gone by and my dad had given a few
statements to police and everyone since we were the only witnesses.
The fire captain came over to both of us and started talking to us
about everything and asked my dad why he didn't take the people out
of the cars. My dad said, "I was about to because I thought the cars
were going to catch fire any second. But the medic woman told me not
to move them, that their necks had to be stable so I just told them
to stay as still as possible and that help was on the way." I was
confused and tried to interrupt and ask who he was talking about
when the fire captain said, "Medic? What medic? Someone from my
team?" and my dad responds, "No, the medic that was with me. She was
right there with me a second after it happened and told me not to
move anyone." The fire captain asked where she went, where she came
from and my dad got more and more confused and said he didn't really
know, he must have lost track of time and that she had to have been
from one of the crews. I finally interrupted, "Dad, no one was with
you, I was watching you the entire time. What are you talking
about?" and we went back and forth a bit and finally he said, "She
was there. She was wearing like a, medic jumpsuit. Like a flight
jumpsuit." The captain's face dropped and he stared at my dad who
looked just as confused and walked back to his crew.
In the following account it is voices that saved the person's life:
When I was 5 or 6 my family used to compete in group dance competitions and one day when we went to go attend one it was outside and near a big intersection. Once the competition was over my sister who was in it had sandals on because her feet hurt from dancing, was walking through the middle of the street had dropped one of her sandals and right when I got on the sidewalk I heard my parents voices that told me to go get her shoe so I did and walked right in the middle of the really busy intersection and when I did that right where I was standing before a speeding car lost control swerved and hit a pole on the sidewalk. (Reddit)