Friday, December 7, 2018

Angel Unhinged


This Angel Story was sent by my delightful Sister Clytie. Here is the story in her own words.

When I was first married, I drove a 1972 Datsun 2000 Roadster hard-top convertible. I rarely drove with the top down, because it entailed a great deal of work to get it off and stored. One of the hinges actually had to be removed with a crowbar, although the other side was so loose, it would sometimes fall down at odd times, with a loud "BAM!"

I frequently drove to Pendleton, Oregon, to visit my husband's grandparents - a four hour trip. On one occasion I was traveling by myself through the Columbia Gorge, my little car fully loaded for the weekend trip. I was tired, and the trip was long and boring, with no stereo or radio to divert my attention...

Suddenly, a loud "BAM!"

I woke up, realizing I had drifted off to sleep and was swiftly heading toward a very steep embankment, a vertical rock wall in front of me! I was shocked awake and shakily headed my little car back to the highway. I took the next exit and sat for a while.

Only after I had calmed down did I think to fix the hinge that woke me up. But it was already hitched!!! Astonished I looked at the other hinge - the one I needed a crowbar to undo, and there it was, hanging down ... undone. I had to use all of my force to push it closed again!

How did this happen?   I can only imagine an angel saw me falling asleep and flicked the hinge with an agitated finger to wake me up. I don't have any other explanation. In the entire time we owned the car the hinge on that side, only fell down that one time.

I, for one, am deeply grateful to God for His protection of my sister as she drove that lonely road. I think about what my life would be without Clytie in it, and I am bereft. There is something so wonderful and beautiful about the sweet relationship between sisters.


  1. Wow, i had forgotten that I had written down that story. I will never forget the actual incident though.

  2. What a beautiful story! I can relate, somewhat, although not nearly as traumatic as Clytie's would have been.
    I had just pulled out from a garden centre onto the main road, and was looking down at the passenger seat, adjusting something (digging in my purse? trying to locate my water bottle? I forget what it was) when I got this jolt. I immediately looked up (where I should have been looking all along) and realized I was heading towards a steep ditch that bordered the main road.

    It wasn't a physical jolt, just a silent scream. Now I would not have been killed, probably injured, but still, very scary.

    I had to look closely to see the distinct outline of a face in your pic, Beth. Your angel. At first I couldn't find it - just the wings and then it popped out at me. Gosh! It's unbelievably real!!