Do you believe in angels?

Not the ones in sewn up sheets

With tinsel halos, hands in prayer

As twenty children sing about the baby Jesus.

I mean the type that come to us in times of need,

The ones that shouldn’t be there to

Rescue us when hope is dying,

When we question our mortality.

They’re there to lead is in the dark,

Provide a shell when really we should be

Battered to a broken mess

And ripped from all our earthly love.

I think I really must believe…

I don’t know what made me think about this, but there are definitely times in life when I feel like I have been protected by something a little bit bigger than myself. And I’ve read stories of other people who have had even closer shaves with death.

I’m talking about the stories we hear of people lost on trails, out in the middle of nowhere, and they are running out of water. And then out of nowhere comes somebody who leads them back to safety. There’s no reason for them to be right there at that time, but they are.

My close shave was in Cape Town. I was on a scooter with my partner and a taxi bus pulled in front of us. We hit the side of it square on and our heads went straight through the window. We bounced off and hit the road, hard. The bike pretty much shattered and the guy who came to take it away couldn’t understand how Colin and I had only come away with one cut finger and a grazed knee. He said every accident like it, that he had seen, involved the loss of a limb or worse.

The interesting thing was that just before we hit the taxi, a woman pressed the button for the crossing and we had to stop to let her cross. It was the first crossing that we had come across for about ten miles and it meant that we were driving about fifteen miles an hour slower than we had been when we hit.

If that woman had not stopped us, we probably would have been killed. I have no idea who she was and she probably didn’t even know that we crashed a couple of seconds later. Or did she?

Perhaps she was put there to make sure we didn’t meet an untimely death. And who knows what we might have been spared for? It just reminds me that sometimes I need to make it count. There may be a reason for it after all.

Much Love

Rachel xx