A neighbor had just come to me and asked me to cut a board in half for her so she could put a cake on it. We lived on a college campus. I asked my four year old daughter Bronwyn to go with me to the shop which was about a mile away. We jumped in the old station wagon and went to the shop. The shop was located on a sloping hill. When I got to the shop I asked Bronwyn, who could talk very articulately about almost any subject, if she wanted to come in the shop with me. Bronwyn, who was in a bathing suit and without shoes, decided to stay in the car and suck her finger while holding her blanket. I walked up to the shop door and unlocked it. I turned on the lights and proceeded to walk to another set of doors and unlocked them and then turned on the lights. I went over to the saw and set the saw for the cut. I cut the board and left the shop locking the doors behind me.

The total time it took me could be no longer than 5 minutes. I walked outside and to my horror the car was gone. My heart sank about three feet. I looked down the hill and I couldn't see the car. If the car had gone straight down the hill it would have picked up speed until it hit a tree or bank at the bottom going about 30-40 miles an hour. Bronwyn was not in a seat belt so this would have been disastrous. If it turned to the left it would have gone down a 30 degree incline for about 200 yards and ended up in a trailer or the river. I was stricken with an overwhelming sense of joy when I looked half way down the hill and saw my daughter standing in the middle of the 200 yard decline going to the left of where the car was parked. This was the hill with the 30 degree slope. She was in the center of the field in every way. I could not see the car. I ran like crazy and picked her up and hugged her. She was smiling and happy to see me but was not in the least bit concerned about anything. I asked her where the car was. She pointed over to her left. The car went straight down the hill and made a sharp left and had lodged behind a fence that was behind a building. It passed through the fence rather than be deflected to go further down the slope to the river. The other side of the fence was covered with thorns and the car was safely resting on the fence rather than tipping over. It looked like it was placed in a position of a soft landing. I walked home with her just to walk off the anxiety.

As we walked she asked me, "Dad, what are you going to do for work tomorrow without the car?" I started crying and told her it was OK and not to worry about it.

When we got home I recounted the entire story to my wife while eating dinner. It finally hit me-how did she get out of the car so quickly without a scratch? The car was surrounded by thorns and the only way out was through the window on the drivers side. Also why did the car end up in such a safe position and how did she get so quickly and safely to the middle of the field. The time would not allow for all this to happen and her to be where she was. Nothing made any sense. I thought to myself, I will ask her.

I asked her, "Bronwyn how did you get out of the car?" She replied, "a man helped me." I started questioning her further, "was there anyone else around?" She answered that there was another man who was looking up toward the shop where I was. I continued and she told us that she never saw the face of the man pointed toward the shop. She asked them where they came from and he said, "far away". They where both dressed in white. There was no one around when I came out of the shop. Everyone left on the campus for the summer knew Bronwyn and would have stayed around to talk to me. There is no other explanation for her safety and apparent ease except that God had sent angels to take care of her.

This is not a fabrication and everything happened as stated without embellishment or exaggeration. --Tim Wise

Our 21 year old son Jonathon Michael Wood was killed in an auto accident caused by a drunk driver on October 23, 1993. Michael stayed in a coma until his death on October 27, 1993. Michael's best friend, Michael Chadwick was killed instantly in the same accident. The driver had minor injuries but is fine today.

The following is a gift we received on Monday 7/29/96 at 7:30am. A man called my husband and I that we had not heard from or spoken to in 10 years. He and his wife were friends of ours when we lived in Maryland. His name is Jim. When I answered the phone that Monday morning wondering who was calling that early and Jim said hello I was more than a little surprised! Poor Jim was not sure what to say so he talked about general stuff for a while and then asked about our boys at which point I told him of our loss. Jim said "I have a message for you."

He told us that he had been in an accident and gave us the details as follows. Jim was stopped on the side of a road looking at a map when an eighteen wheeler hit the back of his car at 63 mph. The back of his car was pushed into the back seat and Jim was pinned in with almost every bone in his body broken or crushed including his back and neck. He regained consciousness and found a young woman at the window on the drivers side. He told her he was in extreme pain and could she help him lower his seat to help stop the pain - she said "no your back and neck are broken you must stay still" She then called 911 on his car phone and told them she was an emergency trauma nurse. She told them his condition and to skip the ambulance just send a helicopter. Jim then lost consciousness again.

When he came to there was a policeman at the window. Jim asked him where the woman was that had called in the accident and the policeman said that there was no woman there and he was the first on the scene. To this day the woman has not been found but her voice is on the 911 tape.

Jim was then transported to a hospital and during the transport he died and was brought back by the paramedics. Upon reaching the hospital ER he died again - Jim does not know how long he was gone. But he does know where he was! I do not wish to go into the whole story detail by detail because it is his story to tell, but I will hit the highlights. He was with his Grandmother and met his Grandfather for the first time. (his Grandfather died 10 years before Jim was born) His grandparents showed him many things that we all have to look forward to, and gave him lessons to show him how his life and actions touch many others. The most important part of that lesson was to love everyone because everything you do or don't do, or say or don't say, not only effects and reflects you and your spirit but those who are around you and their spirit, and those who are around them etc. etc. etc. in an ever widening circle of good or bad. And it all starts with each one of us. His Grandmother also told him something that I have since spent a lot of time thinking about "On earth we are not Humans trying to learn to be Spiritual - we are Spirits trying to learn Humanity."

Jim was then shown a young man with rosy cheeks and soft eyes who seemed to be very excited to see him. The young man told Jim "I am fine - I am very happy - this is a wonderful place." Jim did not recognize this boy. But the boy kept telling Jim that he was fine and happy. Jim finely asked this young man who he was. The young man said "it's me -- Michael". "Michael who?" Jim said. The young man answered.... "Michael Wood."

The miracle of this ..... Jim did not know Mike had died. Jim pondered calling us for many, many months. He was afraid we would think he was nuts or lying or trying to scare us. Jim was having dreams every night of this same scene with Mike until his wife Cindy told him to contact us - which wasn't easy since we had lost contact over the years and Jim only knew that Tom had worked for DuPont. Jim contacted DuPont's home office and was then able to find us. Once he had made the decision to give us Michael's message the dreams stopped.

Thank you Jim and Cindy for giving us Mike's message and a great deal of peace. We no longer worry because we know Mike is in a safe and wonderful place - something we already knew, but it sure was nice to have it confirmed by Mike himself! And, we know that Mike is waiting to welcome us to the next life just as we welcomed him to this one. I asked Jim - if he has any further contact with Mike would he please ask him to phone home!

P.S. The woman at the scene of the accident . . . Jim is sure she was one of his guardian angels - and so are we! --Mrs. Wood

I have been fortunate over the years to have had a very close relationship with my guardian angel. She works very hard keeping me on the right path.

I have learned over the years not to ignore feelings to contact a friend, etc. as there has always been a friend in need. A small little voice that always finds the lost keys, a parking space when I am in a hurry. Small things maybe but wonderful just the same. And then sometimes you get a 'tap on the shoulder'....

Last summer my husband and I were vacationing in the interior of B.C. and realized we were in the area where my brother was building a new home. I didn't have much information but only that it was on the lake. Now, there was miles and miles of lakeshore where we were but we knew it was near Salmon Arm.

We decided to give it a try and went to the Tourist Information Booth to ask them about new sub-divisions in the area. As I was walking toward the booth I felt a tap on my shoulder. As I turned and realized no one was there I thought, uhmm, okay what am I to do? I looked up and realized I was outside a Real Estate Office. Without hesitation I went in and approached the receptionist. When I told her my dilemma she said, "What is your brother's name, I might know him." Well, not only did she sell him the building lot, she knew him personally and drew me a map to his new home!

A tap on the shoulder saved the day! --Ruth Steinfatt