I Met My Guardian Angel....by Cynthia Caron
This happened back in 1979 when I was a very pregnant newly married young girl of only 19 years old. This is when I had the blessing to meet my very own Guardian Angel.
I was 8 months pregnant married and asleep, when at midnight a loud pounding on our front door. My husband proceeded to answer the door and it was my brother-in-law who came barging in saying, "Oh my God, your mom's house is on fire and they think your brother is trapped in it!"
I flew out of bed, the best I could, considering I was very huge from pregnancy. My husband comes in to the bedroom and says, "Stay here, I will go see what's going on!"....I said, "No! What about my brother? I have to go"....he said, "No,stay here and I will come back to get you!"
My brother is only 11 months older than I and was born blind. I knew my mom worked third shift and would not have been home....but my 20 year old brother, blind, would have been home as it was midnight. What if he couldn?t escape the fire?
I struggled out of bed, all I had on was a half slip pulled up high over my chest as it was extremely hot and we did not have air-conditioning. The sweat, fear and heat was pouring from me.
As my husband exited the bedroom and around the corner, I was about 5 feet behind him. As I got around the corner and at the top step, I sat on the top step to take a deep breath. When I looked up...a woman was standing there. She was all dressed in burgundy, a suit. An older woman with reddish colored hair.
She says, "Its ok honey, I will take you. Everything is fine."
She then said..."Come on, I will help you dress and we will go down."
In my mind I was thinking, "Who is this woman?" "She must have come with my brother-in-law...or followed him to our home?" But it didn't matter to me as she was going to help me and take me there. She was so calming that I no longer felt my heart beating so fast. She had an uncanny ability to take over and obviously knew what she was doing.
She proceeded to help me and walked me into my bedroom. A kind woman. She went directly to my chest of drawers to remove a maternity top and shorts for me, as well as socks.
I hurriedly dressed and followed her down the steps and out the door to her car. She obviously had money as she had a beautiful huge Cadillac with burgundy, rust interior. Very pretty and far more comfortable for an 8-month pregnant woman than our own 10 year old vehicle.
She drove down the main road towards my mother?s home which was only 3 miles away from mine. The lights were glaring from all the emergency vehicles, fire trucks, ambulance, police cars and I began crying again and said aloud ?You don?t understand, my brother is blind!? She pulled into a parking space across from my mom?s home, in a hardware shop parking lot, turned to me as she reached across to try and open my door and said, "Don't worry honey, your brother is safe. You will see for yourself."
I got out of her car and "ran" across the street, as best as I could for my condition. I spotted my husband and his brother on the far edge of the lawn and hurried to run up to them. My husband looked up and asked ?How did you get here?" I explained, "The lady that came with Michael" (my brother-in-law) and Michael said, "Hunh? Nobody came with me."
I turned to point to the woman and her car. It was gone.
Completely gone.
The entire street was road blocked as my mother?s house was on property that shared the backyard of a gas station as her house was on the corner of the street. They feared a possible explosion. The woman and her car were nowhere in site.
There was no possible way that woman could have driven her car in and around the barricades that were set up and certainly no possible way for that woman to have exited that quickly either. That woman was my Guardian Angel. She was correct. My brother was safe at the home next door.
Later that evening, after all quieted down, I had time to reflect the entire irony of the evening. That woman, whom I?ve come to know as my angel, would have had to pass my husband as he was exiting our house as she was coming in. He did not see any woman there. Certainly they would have seen that beautiful Cadillac in our driveway!
Neither my husband, nor my brother-in-law, said that any other car was in our driveway. Just our old jalopy and Michael?s car.
I then recalled her going to my chest of drawers to help me dress. How did this woman know that my clothes were kept in the tall chest of drawers instead of the long dresser with mirrors? Most women take the long dresser with mirrors and the men use the chest of drawers. However, because my husband wore uniforms to work...he needed more space so he would have the long dresser and I took the short 4 drawer chest of drawers for mine.
Burgundy. The color burgundy. Everything was burgundy. The woman's hair, her shoes, her purse, her suit, her car. Why didn't that click? Burgundy and pink were the colors of my wedding only 9 months earlier. Burgundy and maroon were my favorite color at that time. That woman was indeed my guardian angel.
My mom lost everything. Her home, which contained all of my childhood relics and memories, burned completely to the ground. It was a vicious electrical fire that spread through the wiring and walls rapidly. Little did we know that after my mom would leave for her third shift work, my brotherwould also leave the house and visit with his secret girlfriend....the young divorced woman next door.
The next morning, a picture appeared in our local newspaper on the front page. A fireman was holding the completely charred remains of my mom's dresser drawer. Lying in that drawer was all of my mom's photo albums and loose pictures. Not a single one received so much as a speck of smoke damage.
Laying on top...was the Holy Bible.
I was 8 months pregnant married and asleep, when at midnight a loud pounding on our front door. My husband proceeded to answer the door and it was my brother-in-law who came barging in saying, "Oh my God, your mom's house is on fire and they think your brother is trapped in it!"
I flew out of bed, the best I could, considering I was very huge from pregnancy. My husband comes in to the bedroom and says, "Stay here, I will go see what's going on!"....I said, "No! What about my brother? I have to go"....he said, "No,stay here and I will come back to get you!"
My brother is only 11 months older than I and was born blind. I knew my mom worked third shift and would not have been home....but my 20 year old brother, blind, would have been home as it was midnight. What if he couldn?t escape the fire?
I struggled out of bed, all I had on was a half slip pulled up high over my chest as it was extremely hot and we did not have air-conditioning. The sweat, fear and heat was pouring from me.
As my husband exited the bedroom and around the corner, I was about 5 feet behind him. As I got around the corner and at the top step, I sat on the top step to take a deep breath. When I looked up...a woman was standing there. She was all dressed in burgundy, a suit. An older woman with reddish colored hair.
She says, "Its ok honey, I will take you. Everything is fine."
She then said..."Come on, I will help you dress and we will go down."
In my mind I was thinking, "Who is this woman?" "She must have come with my brother-in-law...or followed him to our home?" But it didn't matter to me as she was going to help me and take me there. She was so calming that I no longer felt my heart beating so fast. She had an uncanny ability to take over and obviously knew what she was doing.
She proceeded to help me and walked me into my bedroom. A kind woman. She went directly to my chest of drawers to remove a maternity top and shorts for me, as well as socks.
I hurriedly dressed and followed her down the steps and out the door to her car. She obviously had money as she had a beautiful huge Cadillac with burgundy, rust interior. Very pretty and far more comfortable for an 8-month pregnant woman than our own 10 year old vehicle.
She drove down the main road towards my mother?s home which was only 3 miles away from mine. The lights were glaring from all the emergency vehicles, fire trucks, ambulance, police cars and I began crying again and said aloud ?You don?t understand, my brother is blind!? She pulled into a parking space across from my mom?s home, in a hardware shop parking lot, turned to me as she reached across to try and open my door and said, "Don't worry honey, your brother is safe. You will see for yourself."
I got out of her car and "ran" across the street, as best as I could for my condition. I spotted my husband and his brother on the far edge of the lawn and hurried to run up to them. My husband looked up and asked ?How did you get here?" I explained, "The lady that came with Michael" (my brother-in-law) and Michael said, "Hunh? Nobody came with me."
I turned to point to the woman and her car. It was gone.
Completely gone.
The entire street was road blocked as my mother?s house was on property that shared the backyard of a gas station as her house was on the corner of the street. They feared a possible explosion. The woman and her car were nowhere in site.
There was no possible way that woman could have driven her car in and around the barricades that were set up and certainly no possible way for that woman to have exited that quickly either. That woman was my Guardian Angel. She was correct. My brother was safe at the home next door.
Later that evening, after all quieted down, I had time to reflect the entire irony of the evening. That woman, whom I?ve come to know as my angel, would have had to pass my husband as he was exiting our house as she was coming in. He did not see any woman there. Certainly they would have seen that beautiful Cadillac in our driveway!
Neither my husband, nor my brother-in-law, said that any other car was in our driveway. Just our old jalopy and Michael?s car.
I then recalled her going to my chest of drawers to help me dress. How did this woman know that my clothes were kept in the tall chest of drawers instead of the long dresser with mirrors? Most women take the long dresser with mirrors and the men use the chest of drawers. However, because my husband wore uniforms to work...he needed more space so he would have the long dresser and I took the short 4 drawer chest of drawers for mine.
Burgundy. The color burgundy. Everything was burgundy. The woman's hair, her shoes, her purse, her suit, her car. Why didn't that click? Burgundy and pink were the colors of my wedding only 9 months earlier. Burgundy and maroon were my favorite color at that time. That woman was indeed my guardian angel.
My mom lost everything. Her home, which contained all of my childhood relics and memories, burned completely to the ground. It was a vicious electrical fire that spread through the wiring and walls rapidly. Little did we know that after my mom would leave for her third shift work, my brotherwould also leave the house and visit with his secret girlfriend....the young divorced woman next door.
The next morning, a picture appeared in our local newspaper on the front page. A fireman was holding the completely charred remains of my mom's dresser drawer. Lying in that drawer was all of my mom's photo albums and loose pictures. Not a single one received so much as a speck of smoke damage.
Laying on top...was the Holy Bible.
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