The subject of guardian angels, or angels for that matter, has always been a whirlwind to me. I can't say whether I believe whole heartedly but on the other hand... I think of all the things that happened to me or others, and froma logical point of view the circumstances of those situations could've been coincidental. Despite my shaky beliefs in angels and whatnot, I've held onto the notion that some things are better left unkown - such is life. Some people have premonitions, others cling to certain beliefs simply because it gives them hope, or perhaps an answer to why something happened when the inevitable should have taken place. Read me? I know what I wrote is near unreadable, but my thoughts are in a jumble right now.
I did have an experience (rather it was a friend's experience) that gave me the first notion about guardian angels. When I was about 8 years old I went with a girlfriend and her family to the beach. There were 5 of us kids in all, all ages ranging from 8 - 14.
My friend Laura and I wandered up the beach which wasn't very crowded. We wandered to the tide pools which were at the far right end of the beachy stretch - the tide pools being fronted by a steep cliff. The only way to reach around the tide pools to the next beach over was to swim. Something I wasn't about to do but something Laura (bless her sneaky little heart) flirted with the idea.
After arguiung a little and heading my warnings of not swimming where nobody could see her, we came to an agreement. She decided she wanted to take a quick swim but not swim near the tide pools. I don't really like to swim in the ocean because I have this irrational fear of waves, so I decided I'd keep a look out on the shore. There weren't many people in the water and there was no lifeguard on duty because it was off season and the tide wasn't too menacing. The people that were in the water were down a ways from the beach, to the left of us.
I watched Laura swim and could see her kind of getting tugged out of bounds by what must've been a rip tide. Not really sure what was going on and before I decided to cry wolf, I kept an eye out for Laura who didn't appear to be showing any signs of panic. I looked away to see her family way down on the left end of the beach, and watched them play happily burying each other's legs in the sand. When I looked back after maybe a couple of seconds, I noticed Laura was gone. I started kind of panicking, not knowing what to do because I wasn't exactly sure where she was. This went on for maybe a couple of minutes. I made the decision to tell someone, anyone, that my friend had gone missing. At the moment I turned on my heel to head back up the beach, I heard my name being called out and I saw Laura in the water, flanked by two average looking men. One had sandy blonde hair and a pleasant muscular face, the other was dark haired and quite tanned, and was wearing green swim trunks. They brought Laura back on to shore, and she kept thanking them profusely. The two men gave me a smile and said, "you need to keep a good eye on her" and Laura, who seemed bursting to tell me about her grand water adventure, turns to me.
"I was praying" she said. I kind of looked at her oddly, because we didn't really discuss things like that because we were so young and of different faiths anyhow. "I was so scared. I could feel the currant take me under and I kept praying. And these two guys..."
I looked up, and the two men were walking away toward the tide pools. I quickly turned back to Laura who said, "those two guys came from nowhere. I swear, do you see anyone else swimming near here? I'm not making this up." At that instant we both looked up and toward the tide pools. The two men were gone. I stared out to the ocean and by this time there was nobody in it. Not a single soul. There was no way those two men could've swam around the tide pools and out of site in those couple of seconds we had our heads turned away from those two men. No way.
The conversation that transpired after that incident isn't really important - but the event that occured was. Needless to say it was one of the more odd moments I've ever shared with anyone, and actually, I haven't thought of this story in years. It's just one of those tales that not everybody would believe. Especially since I was only 8 years old at the time. And you know how kids have silly imagination.
