Saved by an Angel (41 page)

I said to my husband, “Out of all the male names, can you believe this man’s is Maurice?” I returned the call shortly after and asked for the extension the man had given in the message. A woman answered the phone. I told her who I was and asked to speak to Maurice.

She said, “My dear, I don’t know who you talked to, but there is no one by the name of Maurice who works here.” After that, I believed that my angel’s name is Maurice.

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Author’s note:
I was editing this story while on a Eurostar train, and twice, after this story was complete, I looked up to see the name Maurice on a building sign!)

A S
IGN FROM THE
B
LESSED
M
OTHER
by Antoinette Voll

My mom, age 66, was having a hard time breathing whenever she climbed stairs or walked up hills. It got to the point where it was getting more and more difficult. Since I had lost my dad just 18 months earlier, we were all walking on eggshells. Medical tests were finally conducted, showing that she had two coronary blockages. Our family doctor referred my mom to a hospital where they could perform an exploratory procedure to see the extent of the blockage.

One week before my mom’s appointment, I started praying earnestly to the Blessed Mother. I would talk to her picture and pray that she either make the blockages disappear or please give me strength to handle this next crisis. So when my mother went to the hospital that morning, her sister stayed with me, and we prayed.

When the procedure was over, the doctor at the hospital asked why my mother was having this test. The exploratory procedure showed that her arteries were in perfect condition, with no blockage whatsoever. I told him to ask our family doctor. When our family doctor came down, they all had the strangest looks. There was no logical answer.

As the attendants were wheeling my mother down to the hospital ward, they found out that all the beds were taken and they had to put her at the nurses’ station. As they parked her near the window of the station, right above her head was the same picture of the Blessed Mother that I had prayed to all week. Did my spirits ever soar! It was the most amazing feeling. We truly witnessed a miracle, and the Blessed Mother showed me her picture to reassure me that she had intervened!

D
ANIEL
by Charmaine Jabr

My 44-year-old brother, Daniel, passed away from liver illness. He had abused drugs and alcohol all of his adult life, and as a result, made some terrible mistakes that affected many people. I loved him just the same, and always wondered what happened to his soul when he died.

It was around the time of his birthday, and Elton John’s song “Daniel” was on the car radio. Hearing my brother’s name in the song’s lyrics brought me to tears. I begged God to give me a sign to let me know what happened to Dan’s soul. Well, just then, a pickup truck pulled up in front of me and had the most awesome mural painted on it. On the left side of the tailgate was a dark, stormy, dreary-looking scene; and on the right side was Jesus floating up in the clouds into heaven. Then I read the license plate frame; it said: J
ESUS
W
ON
.

From that day on, the immense grief I felt over the loss of my brother was lifted. His childhood was filled with so much pain that the odds were against him from the start. He suffered terribly in this life, yet he had such spirit and charm that he could only be somewhere better. Now I know that for sure.

H
EALING
A
NGEL
by Lily Alexandrovitch

On February 21, 1996, my cousin Cindy; her husband, Michael; my brother; and I went to the Ethel M chocolate factory in Las Vegas, Nevada. It had been raining all day and was still drizzling when we went into the factory. After purchasing chocolates, the three of them wanted to tour the grounds, while I went to sit in the car, since it was chilly outside. All the other cars and tour buses had left. Although the sky above was still thick with dark clouds, it had stopped raining. Sitting in the backseat, I looked out the side window on my right and noticed a beautiful, majestic mountain range that extended from behind the building on the left to behind the chocolate factory on the right.

The mountains were dark gray and purplish. The sky above them was light blue, although above the car it was still hidden behind dark clouds. It looked as though the sun had just set behind the mountains, and the entire ridge had a white glow above it. I couldn’t help thinking how unusual it was, and that I had never seen anything like it. If anyone had painted an exact picture of the scene, everyone would say it was all wrong. I must have stared at this beautiful mountain for at least 20 minutes. Then my friends returned to the car.

I never said anything; I just continued looking at the mountains, since I was so mesmerized by them. No one spoke a word; we all just sat there and stared at them. Then Michael said, “If anyone painted a picture of the mountains looking like that, they would be told they had it all wrong, as it’s too bright to be real”—my exact thoughts! We were all quiet and just kept looking. Around the middle of our view, the mountain range dipped down and then upward, forming a large V. The sky behind the V was now also pale blue. Although I had never taken my eyes away, I now saw two glowing rays that looked like gigantic spotlights coming from behind the V in the mountain, up toward the sky.

Then right in the middle of these two rays, a white speck appeared. The speck quickly got bigger, and it now looked like a cloud, except that it was exceptionally bright. The cloud then started to take shape, first resembling a person, and then with wings on either side of it. It was an angel—a huge angel with large wings! The angel was turned slightly to the right. I suddenly thought that maybe I was the only one witnessing this incredible sight, and without taking my eyes off it, I said, “I see an angel.”

“It sure looks like an angel,” said Michael. We sat in awe, just staring.

Remembering that Cindy had never had any religious training, I asked what she saw. Nervously laughing, she said, “I see an angel.”

A few seconds later, the angel quickly shrank into a dot and then vanished into the pale blue sky where it had originated. What a memorable experience!

A T
INY
M
IRACLE
by Cammi Collier

My husband and I went to Sedona, Arizona, Christmas week. We were taking a walk one night, and the moon was brilliant and comforting. However, I was cold, and my nose was running! I said to my husband, “I know this angel stuff works when I’m alone. Let’s see if it works with
you
here, too!”

I said a prayer for a tissue to blow my nose. I’ve learned that no request is too trivial for the angels. Right away, I heard the angels tell me to look toward the right side of the road. Sure enough, about three feet ahead of us on the right were two clean facial tissues. Although I believe in miracles, I am still thrilled when I witness them. The tissues were new, thick, and soft, with a lotion scent.

I thanked the angels for their love and generosity. It’s comforting to know that they can even take care of runny noses!

A
N
A
BUNDANT
S
IGN
by Elles Taddeo

Several years ago, my husband had some frightening physical symptoms, and we were very concerned that his condition might be serious. He was scheduled to go to the doctor and have some medical tests performed. One afternoon when I was at the park with my son, I felt especially worried about my husband’s health. I asked my guardian angel to let me know if everything would be okay.

I said to the angels, “Please let me find a four-leaf clover as a sign that things are fine with my husband.” I sat down in the grass with my son, looked down, and there was my four-leaf clover! I picked it and happily showed it to my son. Then I looked down again at the same spot and saw another four-leaf clover. Delighted, I picked it up and remarked how unusual this was. I pointed to the spot where it came from to show my son, and we saw
another
one! And another, and another! I picked a total of 27 four-leaf clovers from the same little patch of grass! The next day, I found five more in my own backyard! I dried them all and still have them.

The angels must have thought something like,
Okay, you want a four-leaf clover, you’ll
get four-leaf clovers!
Although I later tried to find my magic patch again, I never could. Needless to say, all my husband’s tests went fine, and there was nothing wrong with him.