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their hands in a crisscross position over my shoulders and torso. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. My heart was beating very fast as my new friend took a few steps toward the taxi and asked, “What?!”
    The taxi driver waved her closer. She walked a few more steps, and he repeated, “How do you get to mumble, mumble Street?”
    She again asked, “What?!” and in my head I was screaming at her not to get close! Bad! Bad! Run away! Why can’t I move? I’ll run to her and grab her, and we’ll escape to the house! Why can’t I scream for help?! Why can’t I snap out of it and run to her?! No! Help! Danger!
    My friend got closer to the car, and I saw the taxi driver’s door open a crack. At that moment my friend’s mother peeked her head out of the front door. She yelled to the man, “Hey! Get out of here!” and called to her daughter to come into the house.
    The taxi sped away with squealing tires that left black marks in the street. My heart stopped racing, and I felt the protective arms gently release me and disappear. I could suddenly speak and move again. It was as if I’d been frozen, and now I was un frozen!
    I know now that if I’d run to grab my friend, we both likely would have been kidnapped. If I’d screamed for help, she probably would have immediately been snatched up. I’m sure an angel or spirit guide told that mother to check on her child—and luckily, she listened!

    A N A NGELIC D ETOUR
by Terry Hibbs

    I was on my motorcycle coming from Galveston, Texas. I was taking back roads instead of the interstate on my way to my cousin’s house in Katy, outside of Houston, before heading home to Elgin, Texas.
    I had my directions, and I came to an intersection where I thought I should turn, but something made me go straight instead. I’d gone a mile or so down the road before I realized that I had to backtrack because I had in fact needed to turn.
    When I finally turned onto the correct road, I came upon a horrible wreck in the lane I was in. It had just happened minutes before. It occurred to me as I saw the police heading to the scene that it had been my angels who had guided me to go straight and then turned me back around when it was safe to do so. Given the severity of the accident I saw, and being on a motorcycle, I’m not sure that I would have made it. But I did … because of my angels.
    As soon as I had this realization, I felt tingling throughout my body, and I teared up. All I could say was “Thank you, angels.”

    T HE C USHION AND THE M AGNET
by Clara María del Carmen Mariaka Barrios

    I was in my native country, Guatemala. It was November 2005, and I was traveling with my best friend to Guatemala City from Quetzaltenango, which is four hours away by car. We woke early because my friend had to be in a ceremony at 8 A.M. After three hours of driving, the highway grew straighter, but the condition of the road deteriorated.
    Suddenly a pickup truck sped by and went in front of me (the highways in my country are only two lanes). My first reaction was to brake, and because of the condition of the road and the fact that my truck was empty, we started to roll. I can’t remember the speed we were going, but I’m sure it was above 90 miles per hour. My friend, who had been napping in the passenger seat, was screaming at this point. My pickup rolled several times, and from the opposite direction I saw three big trucks coming toward us at a high speed.
    At the moment I anticipated colliding with one of the trucks, everything happened in slow motion. I just closed my eyes, waiting for the impact … and then I felt “someone” pull my pickup from behind, and we landed in a cornfield. It was the season in Guatemala when corn is just harvested, and we ended up on a cushion of dry corn.
    After the “landing,” my friend and I hugged each other. Within a couple of minutes five or six men who had witnessed the accident came to the cornfield, trying to help us. They were asking if we