By Andrea Hagan
When my daughter was four years old, she took a pretty bad tumble down the front staircase of our home. I was walking in front of her and had just descended the L shaped staircase when I caught sight of her in the mirror hanging on our dining room wall. In what seemed like slow motion, my daughter tripped and did a mid-air somersault, landing face-first at the bottom of the staircase. She cried, but amazingly, she was not hurt. From my viewpoint, her spill should have resulted in serious injuries. She asked for some ice so I held an ice pack on her head where she said it hurt, but after about a minute, she said she was fine and that she wanted to go play.
The next morning, my daughter slept in a little later than usual. At breakfast, I asked her how she slept, as I do every morning, and she said that she did not sleep well because there was a glowing man in her room that was keeping her up. More curious than alarmed (my daughter is a creative and imaginative child), I asked her what this man looked like. She described him, matter of factly, as a huge, white glowing man. I asked her if he said anything and she said no, that he was quiet. He was just watching her and he had a cooler. Confused, I asked her what she meant, and she explained that he had an ice cooler with glowing cubes, probably in case he fell.
Now, skeptics will say that my daughter simply recalled a vivid dream in which her subconscious mind was processing her fall earlier that day. But I believe her angel was watching over her, explaining why she had no injuries whatsoever, not even the slightest bruise or knot. Her angel, continuing to care for her that night, brought her some extra ice, the glowing heavenly kind, just in case.
Seeing is believing, she saw and I believe.
