Barbara was driving her six year old son, Benjamin, to his piano lesson.
They were late and Barbara was beginning to think she should have cancelled it.  There was always so much to do and Barbara, night duty nurse at the local hospital, had recently worked extra shifts.  She was tired.  The sleet storm and icy roads added to her tension.  Maybe she should turn the car around.  "Mom" Ben cried.  "Look!"  Just ahead a car had lost control on a patch of ice.  As Barbara tapped the brakes the other car spun wildly, rolled over, then crashed sideways into a telephone pole.  Barbara pulled over, skidded to a stop and then threw open her door.  Thank goodness she was a nurse, she might be able to help these unfortunate passengers.  Then she paused.  What about Ben?  She couldn't take him with her.  Little boys shouldn't see scenes like the one she anticipated, but was it safe to leave him alone?  What if their car was hit from behind?  For a brief moment Barbara considered going on her way.  Someone else was sure to come along.    No!

"Ben, honey, promise me you will stay in the car!"  "I will Mommy," he said as she ran slipping and sliding towards the crash site. It was worse than she feared.  Two girls of high school age were in the car. One  blonde, on the passenger side was dead, killed on impact.  The driver, however, was still  breathing.  She was unconscious and pinned in the wreckage.  Barbara quickly applied pressure to the wound in the teenager's head while her practiced eye catalogued the other injuries.  A broken leg, maybe two, along with probable internal bleeding,  but if help came soon the girl would live.  A trucker had pulled up and was calling for help on his cellular phone.  Soon Barbara heard the ambulance sirens.  A few moments later she surrendered her lonely post to the rescue workers.  
"Good job,"  one said as he examined the driver's wounds.  "You probably saved her life, ma'am."  Perhaps, but as Barbara walked back to her car a feeling of sadness overwhelmed her, especially for the family of the girl who had died.  Their lives would never be the same again.  Oh God, 
why do such things have to happen?

Slowly Barbara opened her car door.  What should she tell Benjamin?  He was staring at the crash site, his blue eyes huge.  "Mom," he whispered, "did you see it?"  "See what, honey?" she asked.  "The angel, Mom!  He came down from the sky while you were running to the car and he opened the door and took that girl out."  Barbara's eyes filled with tears.  "Which door, Ben?" "The passenger side,  he took the girl's hand and they floated up to Heaven together."  "What about the driver?"  Ben shrugged.  "I didn't see anyone else." Later Barbara was able to meet the families of the victims.  They expressed their gratitude for the help she had provided.  Barbara was able to give them something more.  Ben's vision.  There was no way he could have know, by ordinary means,  who was in the car or what had happened to either of the passengers.  Nor could the passenger door have been opened.  Barbara had seen its tangle of immovable steel herself.  Yet Ben's account brought consolation to a grieving family.  Their daughter was safe in Heaven and they would see her again.

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This story was sent to me in an email.  I cannot vouch for it's authenticity, but I personally do believe that God sends His angels to take His people Home to Heaven.
 

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You can be if you want to be.

There is a simple prayer on my Home page that can ensure your place in Heaven one day.  The Bible tells us,  in Luke 15 : 10  "there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repents." If you decide
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