When I was 11, in Buies Creek, North Carolina, I was having the worst week because the two girls (both in the grade below me, but two years younger) that lived next door had been teasing me every day at the bus stop in the morning. I’m usually pretty calm, but repetitive things like that can make me snap.
Well, come Friday we were all at the bus stop again and I was standing there, minding my own business, when one of the girls stuck something in my face. When I realized that it was the dead lizard she buried some time before and had just dug up, I freaked and smacked it out of the way. She got mad and shoved me and I just couldn't handle it anymore. I shoved her back and her sister got mad and came running, yelling, "Don’t you push my sister!" and she pushed me as well.It was pretty much just a shoving match, but after a few minutes I made to push the first girl and somehow slapped her on accident. That’s when things stopped as she held her cheek and started crying. We went up our separate driveways, the one girl crying and the other yelling, "My daddy's gonna sue you!"
At the mention of her father, I became terrified. The man was mean and always yelling and whipping his children with belts -- just an all-around awful man. So I ran inside and closed and locked all the windows and doors and pulled the blinds. I was the only one home because my dad was at work, my oldest sister was at school, and my middle sister missed the bus so my mom, who had the day off, was gone taking her to school.
I went into my parents' room and shut and locked that door then sat on the edge of the bed. I was crying by now, so afraid the girls' dad was going to come over and beat me. I started praying out loud, "Lord, please don’t let him come over here and hurt me... please don't let him come over here..." Over and over and over I prayed this out loud.
I turned around as soon as I could move, but nothing was there. I don't know if it was my guardian angel, an angel speaking for God, or God Himself. Whatever it was, it had me a definite believer. There’s nothing anyone can say that will make me believe otherwise. When I was 11, in Buies Creek, North Carolina, I was having the worst week because the two girls (both in the grade below me, but two years younger) that lived next door had been teasing me every day at the bus stop in the morning. I’m usually pretty calm, but repetitive things like that can make me snap.I don't know how long I was saying that, but suddenly I couldn't move anything except my eyes, and out of the corners of them I noticed a great white light that was bright but it didn't hurt to see and my tears had just stopped and I felt calm... curious, but calm. Then I felt a hand on my back -- one that was so big it fit my back perfectly. I could feel each individual finger and from the width of each finger, it felt male. Then I heard a male voice gently tell me, "Don’t worry. I won't let him hurt you." And then it was gone and I could move.
Well, come Friday we were all at the bus stop again and I was standing there, minding my own business, when one of the girls stuck something in my face. When I realized that it was the dead lizard she buried some time before and had just dug up, I freaked and smacked it out of the way. She got mad and shoved me and I just couldn't handle it anymore. I shoved her back and her sister got mad and came running, yelling, "Don’t you push my sister!" and she pushed me as well.
It was pretty much just a shoving match, but after a few minutes I made to push the first girl and somehow slapped her on accident. That’s when things stopped as she held her cheek and started crying. We went up our separate driveways, the one girl crying and the other yelling, "My daddy's gonna sue you!"
At the mention of her father, I became terrified. The man was mean and always yelling and whipping his children with belts -- just an all-around awful man. So I ran inside and closed and locked all the windows and doors and pulled the blinds. I was the only one home because my dad was at work, my oldest sister was at school, and my middle sister missed the bus so my mom, who had the day off, was gone taking her to school.
I went into my parents' room and shut and locked that door then sat on the edge of the bed. I was crying by now, so afraid the girls' dad was going to come over and beat me. I started praying out loud, "Lord, please don’t let him come over here and hurt me... please don't let him come over here..." Over and over and over I prayed this out loud.
I turned around as soon as I could move, but nothing was there. I don't know if it was my guardian angel, an angel speaking for God, or God Himself. Whatever it was, it had me a definite believer. There’s nothing anyone can say that will make me believe otherwise. I don't know how long I was saying that, but suddenly I couldn't move anything except my eyes, and out of the corners of them I noticed a great white light that was bright but it didn't hurt to see and my tears had just stopped and I felt calm... curious, but calm. Then I felt a hand on my back -- one that was so big it fit my back perfectly. I could feel each individual finger and from the width of each finger, it felt male. Then I heard a male voice gently tell me, "Don’t worry. I won't let him hurt you." And then it was gone and I could move.
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