This might be hard to believe, but it’s true, and it was the safest that I’ve ever felt– ever.
I was about 10 or eleven, and my parents were fighting all the time. It seemed as if my mother was always taking her frustrations out on me because I was Daddy’s Girl. She could hurt him by hurting me, and back then I was her verbal punching bag.
One day Dad stormed out of the house, and my mother said terrible, horrible things to me. I was frightened, sad, angry, and lost all at the same time. I ran in my room, shut the door and stood there hugging myself and crying, feeling a huge weight of hopelessness.
Suddenly, someone else was hugging me. I opened my eyes and I was in my guardian angel’s arms. I went to speak, but the angel put a finger to his lips and held me closer. We stayed like this a long time, until my tears finally stopped. When we separated, I saw that he was tall and beautiful and white light glimmered through and around him. He told me not to fear, and that, even if I didn’t see him, he would always be with me and I would never be alone.
Though I haven’t seen him again, when I get frightened or unsure, just thinking about him makes me feel safe.