Wherever I went, wherever I was, whatever I did., I guess I had always been aware of something or someone being there with me. One of those things you can't seem to put into words or some 'other' thing which doesn't bear talking about.
Angels are considered in some circles as messengers from God but I had never received a message of any sort from an Angel so was not sure whether or not they really existed until the day of the car crash. I was twenty one years old and a bit of a tearaway but not the sort of lad to flout the law or harm other people. Rather I was the type to make a fool of myself in an effort to get other people laughing and having fun, as a consequence of which I was popular and considered good company.    I was not too badly injured but certainly shocked and concussed in the accident, which was caused by a patch of black ice on a blind bend. I was trapped inside the car and having to inhale the smoke coming from the fuel which had somehow caught fire. I just lay there waiting to be burnt to death or blown up as the gas tank ignited but felt myself losing consciousness and was only half aware of the figure who smiled at me as I was gently lifted clear of the car.
When I came round, I was alone and in the middle of nowhere, the 'figure' having gone and apparently left me there to the elements. It was then that my memory started working overtime or truly remembering the figure….a figure with wings!. I had been rescued from the car by a figure with wings…I knew it.. I had not imagined it, it was true. In spite of the fact that I was losing consciousness, it had registered with me that the smiling man, who lifted me out of the tangled wreck of my car, was a winged person.
Who could I tell of my revelation, who would listen to my story as I live in a world of human scepticism where many don't believe in God, never mind Angels.
I lay undiscovered in that field for several hours before someone came to my aid. A passing motorist had realized that not only was there a burning car in the field but my prostrate body some twenty feet from it. I heard words of comfort but cannot remember what was actually said by the lady motorist.
The next thing I truly remember is waking up in a hospital ward in a bed opposite an elderly gent who appeared to be having extreme difficulty breathing. There standing beside him was a tall figure, I would hazard a guess at around seven feet tall, who was smiling at me and was instantly recognizable as the person who had lifted me from the car at the scene of my accident. I watched as the figure took the man by the hand and coaxed him from his bed, only to walk with him out of the ward and down the corridor until out of sight. I looked back and was amazed to see the old man still lying in his bed. I must have drifted into unconsciousness again and when I woke I was surrounded by a group of hospital staff. Apparently I said "He has gone with that Angel, the mans gone". I was asked who I meant and I told them the man in the corner bed. They informed me that he had died and been taken to the mortuary pending an investigation into the cause of his death. At this point I was a little scared and still somewhat of a sceptic about all the events surrounding the crash, the person who lifted me out of the car and what had happened to this old man. I decided in my own head that I should put it all down to hallucination and tried to get some sleep, knowing it was the best thing I could do.
When I again woke up, I asked the nurse what had been wrong with the man in the corner bed and what she thought had caused his death. She told me he had been a heavy smoker and his arteries were all but blocked and that he had had his leg removed that morning and apparently not recovered from the operation. Now I was really bemused. How could he have walked out of the ward and down the corridor with only one leg?
I was feeling so low at this point that I did the thing that I always do when I get to my lowest points…I prayed to God. I was not a Christian, so I tried the usual prayer in which I attempted to 'bargain' with God ..you know the sort of thing…"God please see me through this O.K and I will……….".
Three days later, I was fully conscious and feeling much healthier when I had a visit from the Police regarding my accident with the car. I explained that I had driven round the corner and hit a patch of black ice, fishtailed and ended up in the field. I explained how a stranger had lifted me from the car before I had become unconscious. At this point, the Police officer said that I could not have been lifted from the car as all the doors were jammed shut from rolling over and all the windows were still closed, except the passenger side one which was smashed but was too narrow even for a cat to get through.
Now I was really feeling strange as the truth began to dawn on me. Now I knew that I had been rescued by an Angel, as an impossible task had been performed to save my life from the burning wreck of my car.
On further investigation, the Police realised that traces of my blood in the drivers side of the car indicated that I had in fact been in the drivers seat during the accident. I believe they thought I had leapt out of the car before it crashed and they had been trying to figure out why. I was questioned in depth about how I managed to get out of the car and although I knew, I claimed to not have known as I had been semi conscious or unconscious at the time.
This was the first of many encounters with my 'Guardian Angel' who I was eventually to get to know by name. I assumed that I would never see him again and that his sole purpose for being there was to rescue me from the wreck. How wrong can someone be? It did not even strike me that the Angel was in fact Gods messenger and helper and that he had been sent to help me through a traumatic accident. I was just pleased that he had been there.

This is part of the book I am writing, my autobiography, and concerns my experiences as a non-Christian and as a Christian eventually...it is copyrighted so may not be used for capital gain. Everything in my book will be the truth no matter how sceptical people may be. The proceeds from the book will be donated to charity.
Best wishes, Mike.