I jerked the wheel with all my might to the right, but it was too late. I opened my eyes and saw a Ford F-150 truck directly in front of me. We clipped noses, sending me in my SUV rolling across the highway. I was 19 years old, one week from a ministry trip, on my way to pick up my mom from work.
I floated up out of my body. I saw two spirits bargaining for my fate.
I woke up 3 hours later in the hospital with no memory, no cell phone, nor wallet.
It took several hours for me to move my legs. By that time I was able to finally tell the nurse who I was.
A highway patrol officer came into the hospital room and told me witnesses reported two other people in the car with me. I told him they must’ve been my angels. It took me a while to put my vision and his together, but 10 years later I’m still convinced.