It was a dark night driving my Expedition on a stretch of Interstate where there was nothing but trees that were outlined in the high beams as I zipped along doing the speed limit (70+) and keeping an eye out for any deer along the side of the road. My husband (ex now) and I had switched places and I was driving around midnight on a moonless and pitch black night on the way home from a trip to Atlanta. I remember driving and thinking how dark it was and how I could not wait to get home to bed.
Do you believe in angels?
Before we had switched places, we checked the gas gauge and knew we had enough gas to get home which was about 2 hours away. On this stretch of Interstate there was nothing but darkness and all I had was the radio and my thoughts to drown out my husband’s snoring. As my thoughts were wandering (which they normally do while driving) I felt a need to look down at the gas gauge and check how much gas I had. I do not know why I looked down or how the gauge read almost empty because a half hour before I started driving the gas gauge read a little bit less than half. My mind was trying to rationalize why the gas was about to read E.
As I looked up, I saw lights off in the distance and was hoping it was a gas station. A minute later I came upon the exit sign for the gas station and so I turned off the interestate. Slowing down woke my husband who said “are we home yet?” and I said “no but we are about to run out of gas”. He rubbed his eyes and looked down at his watch and said “you have only been driving about half an hour- how can that be?”.
I do not know how we almost ran out of gas
As I pulled in to the gas station a weird feeling swept over me. We filled up and my husband decided to drive the hour and a half home. After getting back on the interstate, we saw a faint light waving around on the road. We were not up to full speed yet so he slowed down and we came upon a man waving a flashlight in front of a car that had flipped upside down, in the middle of a 2 lane interstate, facing the wrong way on the road with no working visible lights. We drove past slowly and he waved us on by and I felt this relief flood over me. The thought, the idea that if our gas gauge would not have been almost on E and I would not have pulled off to get gas at that moment, I would have been driving 70+ mph in the dark of night and I would have probably plowed right in to that overturned car!
We were in shock
The events of that night still haunt me. We chat about it every so often and wonder what would have happened if the gas gauge would not have moved to be so close to E at that moment. It is eery to think that I would have been going 70+ mph in the pitch black night and could have either crashed into that overturned vehicle or I could have panicked an over corrected and flipped our Expedition possibly fatally injuring us both. Either scenario would not have had a good outcome and I am so grateful that somehow my gas gauge read E.
I know it was an angel and I would like to believe it was my dad watching over and protecting me from heaven. All I know is that someone or something changed my life forever. That night convinced me to believe that there are angels out there watching over us and sometimes intervening to change our destiny and give us a second chance. For those skeptical ones, I know that my gas gauge was a little less than 1/2 tank when I started driving and what happened 30 minutes later when my gas gauge showed almost empty changed my life. I believe in angels and nothing will change that now.
Have you ever thought an angel was watching over you? I believe that there are spirits out there trying to help guide us. If you do too, share your experience.
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