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Do angels really guard us and interact with us? This short story by Paulie  Ruby from Minot, ND was included in the Amazing Grace for Mothers book. It’s a testimony that we are not alone. 
                            
One foggy morning I heard my son Dan’s truck leave and I began to hustle. I was a slow starter this chilly morning and knew my husband would be waiting–
not so patiently–for me to begin our own route.  

We have an unusual family business–garbage hauling.  We called it Circle Sanitation (for family circle).  Dan had been very instrumental in getting the business off its feet.  Later on, my other son, Randy also joined us in this family business.  Now, twenty-five years later, even some of the grandchildren help out.
During the early years, I often filled in working on the trucks. On this particular morning, I hadn’t gone but a few steps from the house when I froze in terror. The strongest sense of danger I had ever experienced paralyzed me like a statue. I could not move. My mind and heart raced. I had a strong sense that my son Dan was in danger.
I felt panicked and helpless. “What could I do?” I thought.  My beloved Grandmother Frances suddenly came to mind.  She was part of a large population of devout German Catholics who immigrated to North Dakota via Russia.  Her iron-strong Catholicism was the center of our close-knit family.  Her words came to me. “In times of trouble, you can send your guardian angel.” Frantically I prayed, to my angel: “Go to Dan.  Help Dan!” 
Moments later, I was able to take a step. Bewildered, I slowly walked outside the house to the shop.  The whole incident baffled me.  I decided I had better not tell my husband since I did not really understand what had just happened. 
Ray and I hopped into the truck and drove to our destination. “This fog is really bad,” Ray commented as we passed a car in the ditch. 
Once again Grandma’s influence came through as I recited my mini-prayer, “Jesus, Mary, Joseph please help him.” 
Gradually, the scary premonition faded as the work day got underway.  At then end of the day, we all parked our trucks in the shop and gathered to talk.  My son then related an early morning experience.  While he was driving toward his route on the four lane highway, wondering when the fog might lift, he was suddenly overcome with a
strong urge to pull into the other lane.  Since there seemed no logical reason why he should pull over, he resisted. Wondering where the feeling was coming from, he looked around for any signs of trouble. There was none but he could not shake the strong feeling to pull over.   Dan finally gave in and pulled over.  No sooner had he done that when a vehicle came driving down the wrong side of the road.  It sped by him in the lane he had just vacated. 
I asked him, approximately, what time this had happened? The time of his dilemma and mine coincided. Was it a coincidence? I do not think so.  I think the angel, called on at the prompting of my Grandma’s influence, protected my son, Dan, that day.
Paulie Ruby 
Paulie and Ray have been married for 40 years.  They raised their two sons in rural Minot and are very proud of all their sixteen grandchildren.  
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For more inspiration, check out Big Hearted: Inspiring Stories From Everyday Families. Your children will laugh while learning big spiritual lessons with Dear God, I Don’t Get It! and Dear God, You Can’t Be Serious. 

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  1. I like your story and I also believe in angels and that they help us in times of trouble. Maybe we have more in common. My Father was also from North Dakota and from German Russian heritage.

  2. I believe Our Lord is always there, that is why He gave us His Blessed Mother and His Holy Angels and Saints to come to our assistance any time we need their help.

    I too have experienced the assistance of my guardian angel so many times in my life, that the knowledge of having a constant companion with me all the time fills me with great confort.

    This is why it is so important to stay connected to Our Lord through prayer wherever we are.

    Jesus,Mary and Joseph pray for us! Our Holy Angels pray for us!

    Thank you for sharing your story and God Bless You!

  4. I always love hearing people say they too have had experiences where they feel an angel has interacted with them in some way that they sensed. Through writing the "Amazing Grace" book series, I interviewed many, many people with uplifting stories of God's grace. It always makes me feel closer to God to experience him through the stories of others.

  6. The mother of 2 friends (brothers) was in intensive care and they had wanted me to go with them to visit her. I had planned to go with them but my father died and of course I had to go to his wake. While on the way to the wake I made a heart felt plea to my angel to visit the mother of my friends who had wanted me to visit her and I asked her to comfort her in her struggle.

    My friends, knowing that I was at my father's wake, called and asked how I was able to get into the Intensive Care Unit to visit their mom. They knew I was at my father's wake and you could not visit their mom unless you were with family.

    I told them I have no idea what you are speaking about. I was at my father's wake and with family and friends all day which numerous people could attest to. What they said next stunned me. They said "When we went in our mother asked where Roger went." They said to her "What do you mean, Roger is not here, he is at his father's wake." She insisted "No, he was just here at the end of my bed smiling at me and I felt consoled. He left just before you came into the room."

    I think there are very painful circumstances in life where God allows our angels to manifest themselves in very touching ways. I can only conclude that my angel was allowed to visit her in my stead.

    God Bless,
    Roger LeBlanc

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