During my post secondary education, I decided that it would be better to ride my bike to school instead of driving my car and paying for parking. I never really rode a bike that much on the road growing up and therefore did not have as much experience that I should have had. Also, at the time, bike helmets were not very common so there was not much in place to protect me if I had an accident.
I can remember the day. I had a lot on my mind as I was leaving school to return to my apartment. I obviously was not thinking of what I was doing, instead I was worrying about my problems, future problems and how I was going to resolve them.
The campus has a ring road around it. I usually would cut across a street to get to the path that I used. Instead of going to the lights and crossing properly I choose to cut across the road. The road had two lanes going one way and two going the other. There were several cars stopped in the closest lane as they were waiting for the traffic lights to change. I guess I was thinking that all four lanes were stopped (even though I was not really thinking about what I was doing). I decided to cut between two stopped cars and started to cross. As I crossed, I looked to my left and saw a truck coming (faster than the spreed limit for sure). This second lane actually did not have all the traffic stopped waiting for the light to change.
This is the part of the story, when I tell it, that I start to get a chill all over my body and get goosebumps everywhere. I remember someone grabbing me by my hips and pulling me off the bike. As this happened I came off my bike and landed in a standing position. My bike however, went right under the front right wheel of the pickup truck and was crushed flat. It was a bike right-off.
Standing there shaking, I looked around but there was no one standing by me who grabbed me. I remember a driver who was stopped in a car nearby say that they saw everything and that the truck driver was going too fast and it was his fault. I knew that it was my fault, I should not of crossed the road where I did, and I did not have my mind on what I was doing.
I swear to this day that a guardian angel must of pulled me off my bike. Some could argue that it was my own reflexes that helped me, but I can still remember the feeling of someone grabbing me at the hips pulling me off.
The truck driver stopped, who happened to be a 4th year student in the same program that I was in. He gave me a ride home, most likely very happy that he didn't kill anyone that day.
In a future blog, I will talk more about daydreaming and not staying in the present.
Let me know if you have had any similar experiences with guardian angels.
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