My three-year-old cousin was painfully dying of cancer. He described to his mom that people with wings, angels, would often come to visit him. When it was close to his death, he said, “Mom, I think they are going to take me with them soon, they’re getting bigger.”
When my dad and brother were traveling, my dad was in process of stepping into a road, but right as he did so, a car whizzed by. He would’ve been hit if it weren’t for a powerful tug on his collar right backwards into the sidewalk. There was no one behind him, only my brother next to him. They both said there was a very large, nice American man who seemed to be near them, knowingly? At mass that morning before this incident.
Lastly, I had a strong urge to pray to my guardian angel driving home from Mass with my kids one night. Five minutes later, a car plunged into the side of the car, running a red coming off of the freeway. The car spun around, totaled. I was 8 months pregnant and 3 little ones were in the back, all fine.