Mysterious
Visitors Angel Stories
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Angel stories from Lestine M. for Angels &
Ghosts!
I've had
three instances of angels appearing to
help me. Two of
the angels were elderly men dressed in rags.
Mysterious Visitor
#1
The first experience was in 1985. I was alone and
four months pregnant with my first child. My parents sent me away to
another city to have the baby.
I took a bus from Missouri to
Waukegan, IL. The bus stopped in Waukegan, IL late at night, around
midnight or later. The
bus stop
was just a street corner. No
phone, no building, nothing. I was young and a little
frightened.
I had four bags of stuff, no car and no idea where I
could find
a phone to call a cab. Out
of the blue, an elderly man appeared. He was very dirty and his
clothes were rags. I thought he was going to rob me.
He simply
told me that I wasn't safe and in the worst section of town. I needed
to get out of there. I told him, I didn't know where a phone was.
He told me he knew. I gave him a quarter to call a cab for
me. He did so and waited with me until the cab
arrived.
Mysterious Visitor
#2
The second
incident occurred during Hurricane Kartrina. I recently had moved to
Mobile, Alabama. This was the year for hurricanes. It was 2005 and
Katrina was headed right toward Mobile. I lived in a trailer at that time,
and all of the other residents of the trailer court fled.
My husband and I were the only ones remaining. This spooked me a little so we
decided to get in our little Jetta and drive north. We beat the storm but
didn't go far enough north. A tornado hit with extreme force.
My little car shook and shook under the wind. We stopped at a truck
stop just north of Mobile amongst other vehicles.
All night long
we waited as the winds kept getting worse and worse. An elderly man, in a
truck with New Mexico license plates, pulled up beside my little car and told me
and my husband that the Waffle House was still open about 15 miles north.
We journeyed on to the Waffle House and waited out the storm and
had something to eat. Just as we finished, the power went out and all
hell broke loose. We decided to stay at the Waffle House parking lot to
ride out the storm.
When it was over, we returned home. While
passing the truck stop, we noticed the very large "Pilot" gas station sign
had fallen. It was laying on the ground in the exact location where my
car previously had been parked when the man who was driving the truck from
New Mexico told us to go north!
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