I was reading a story on here and it made me think of one experience I had when I was in 3rd grade, so I was around 8 or 9 years old.
I lived in a white building that had been made into apartments. They were fairly large apartments, from what I can remember, and I remember it very clearly. It had two large apartments on the ground floor; I lived on the ground floor, and three large apartments on the top floor. There was a police station to the right hand side of it if your back is facing the building, and Hanover College was literally right down the street from it.
The police parking lot and the apartment parking lot was just one shared parking area, a drive way like thing led from the road in front of the police station, to behind it all the way to behind my apartment building on the side that had Hanover College down the street, on the left hand side. The police station had a small hill, which the driveway was on, that I would ride my bike down, which all you had to do was make a small right turn and you'd be behind the police station and behind the parking lot and my apartment.
One day I was riding my bike near the end of the driveway and I lost control. The bike was going down but I felt hands under both of my arms. I felt like I was being picked up by someone that was really tall. I felt the air go past me as I was being lifted off my bike. I felt like I was picked up pretty high, no part of me touched the ground until I was set right on my feet with my bike lying on the ground a foot or two beside me.
Thinking back on it now, I realized that had I stayed on my bike my head would have hit the concrete hard. I never wore my helmet, so I would have been really hurt, or could have died from a head injury. I was really scared about what had happened at the time, but now I'm really thankful for whatever happened. I always just thought it was my guardian angel saving me.
I think I've always been pretty well protected. When I was a baby I was hooked up to a lot of machines and a lot was wrong with me. Doctors said I wouldn't live to be a year old. There are many times when I stopped breathing on my own. They said I'd never be able to walk, I can do that. They said I'd never be able to feed myself, I can do that. I can do everything they said I wouldn't be able to do; they even said I'd be mentally retarded. I'm perfectly normal. I was going mostly downhill, until my mom prayed for me one night when I stopped breathing, and ever since then I've been just fine, doctors said they couldn't believe I was the same baby they'd seen just a few months ago.