By Carrie One night in 1963 when I was a teenager living in Ouyen in the Mallee country of Victoria (Australia), my mother was asleep in bed when someone shaking her shoulder awakened her. As Mum was a widow and slept alone, it
by Angel Gamboa Hello my name is Angel Gamboa and I have a wonderful story to share. In June of 2004, my friend and coworker, David, received a phone call at work that his three-year-old son had fallen from a 20-foot high balcony
by Teri Hughes It was the fall of 1994. We live in Klamath Falls, Oregon, and winters are pretty snowy and roads treacherous. My “baby” boy, Ryan, was off to college for the first time, up north in Corvallis at OSU. The hunting season
by Carla Spiegel In the summer of 1978, my husband spent the day shopping for my birthday present. It was June 21, and the weather was glorious. I spent the day visiting with my grandparents. Sometime during the afternoon the palm of my left
By Carrie One Saturday in October 1976 my husband, me and our three young children were driving to a church camp at Burrell Pines on the NSW (Australian) South Coast when our lives were saved by a miracle of Gods Divine intervention. The
Angel Across the Street from Church Brokenhearted and filled with anger I stormed out of our youth group meeting. My girlfriend, my only real reason for going to the church youth group on Wednesday night, had broken up with me. Looking back it was
by Jessica Mathieu One night when I was about five or six years old, I was sleeping in my bed. Across from me was a dresser with a huge mirror on it. Before I went to sleep, my mom was on the phone in the kitchen and I
by Sherry Amos I live in Virginia where you can find steep, curvy roads anywhere you travel. My three children and I were on one of these roads on day in 1994 or 1995. I remember leaving the house, not because I needed
By Angela Blackwelder My story begins in November of 97′. Mom had a little cough. It sounded like maybe an allergy. My sister Brenda called and said that Mama just couldn’t seem to get over it. I phoned Mama and insisted she go
By John Argenziano It was the summer of 1992, and I was visiting a friend in New Jersey. On my way home, while getting on the entrance to the Garden State Parkway, I gunned my corvette to meet the speed of the