When Angels lend a hand

[Bill Ryan]

Dear Friends, this new thread is to share any experiences where we might have thought:

Wow, that was so VERY lucky. It was almost as if an unseen hand stepped in to help.

I'd like to ofer three incidents just to start. The first two I've already posted about. They might have transpired, with happy results, all on their own. But the third is new, and still astonishes me each time I think about it. (It might seem very prosaic, but it was absolutely not. )

1)
The first I posted about here, back in April. My dog Mara, who is 100% blind and absolutely can't see a thing, became separated from me high in the mountains. She made own her way back to the trailhead a mile and a half away and 1000 ft lower, crossing a potentially precarious rocky waterfall and somehow choosing the right way each time she came to a possible junction.

The more I thought about it later, the more extraordinary (and almost inexplicable!) her feat seemed to have been. A blind human with a 150 IQ would have had major high-stress difficulty doing that that going slowly on their hands and knees, and they might well not have succeeded at all.

2)
But maybe she's just a superdog. The second thing, in July, was when a large tree came down inches from my house. I posted some photos here.

Of course, trees can fall anywhere when they do, but I was super-lucky for there not to have been the slightest scratch of damage — though there was a lot of mess to clear up.

Again, the more I thought about it later, the luckier I realized I'd been. (Since then, I've been securing all the other nearby trees, some of which are leaning alarmingly but still standing, with a cat's cradle of back-anchored ropes.)

3)
But here's the kicker. This next incident was almost ridiculously impossible.

Some readers will understand the importance of the timing belt on a car, which synchronizes a number of fast-moving steel moving parts so that they don't all crash into one another when the engine is fired up. If the timing belt ever breaks wile the engine is running, 99% of the time this does catastrophic damage to the whole engine which can often be irreparable.

That's why it's strongly advised to change the timing belt regularly according to the service schedule, usually something between every 60,000 and 100,000 miles. It's really the most important thing never to omit to do.

So a few weeks ago I took my ancient (but still strong) 39-year-old Isuzu Trooper to my mechanic because one of the spark plugs was misfiring — a cheap, quick, super-simple thing to figure out and fix.

When he was moving the cylinder orientation carefully by hand, inch by inch and extremely slowly (just to check the compression) ‚ the timing belt suddenly broke.

Zero damage was done, as the engine wasn't started and working. My mechanic, who is hugely experienced, was laughing and laughing. He'd never once see anything like that in all his life.

The timing belt wasn't 'old'. It'd done about 35,000 miles, half way through its life. There was just that one 'engine revolution' in all that time, when the belt broke. So I did some math.

In 35,000 miles, at an average speed of (say) 40 mph, the average no. of revolutions per minute of the engine might have been (say) 2,000 rpm. So I estimated how many revolutions the engine had probably made in those 35,000 miles.

Here's the calculation:

1. 35,000 miles at 40 mph = 875 hours = 52,500 minutes.
2. At 2,000 rpm, that's 105,000,000 revolutions.

So the odds of my timing belt breaking exactly when it did was about 1 in 100 million.

That's why my mechanic was laughing in disbelief. I really do think the angels stepped in to help. They probably broke the belt for me at that moment, so it would NOT have happened 20 minutes later when I was driving home, which would have wrecked the entire engine and cost me $5,000—$10.000 for a new car.

I kept the broken belt as a souvenir. Here it is.



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Who else might like to share their own stories of near-impossible, crazy-good luck?

[Brigantia]

Wow, what are the odds indeed, Bill!

I remember doing one of those stupid things that kids do when I was 10, I think; at a friend's house, we got up onto the garage roof and were just hanging out there and messing around.

At one point I looked down - my heel was about half an inch from the edge of the garage. If I had taken another step back I would have been seriously injured. I'm sure that someone or something in the ether urged me to look!

[Le Chat]

Not quite as dramatic, but I was once in M&S to buy a couple of things. When I studied the receipt, to my amazement I'd spent 11 pounds at 11am on the 11th month....

[rgray222]

Bill, I hope I am not taking this thread off topic, but I must tell a quick story about angels that has only just happened to me. I have been thinking about angels for about a month now. Let me explain.

I'm curious whether people genuinely believe in angels or if it's simply a euphemism for good luck happening at just the right moment. I have a few stories I plan to share later, but first, something that just happened to me. For the record, I actually do believe in angels, but it is not something that I really ever think about.

I've always admired and sometimes felt a bit jealous of people who have a strong, unwavering faith. Over the years, I've wondered how they developed such a deep belief in God. Is their faith truly genuine? Do they use it as a kind of insurance policy for heaven? Is their faith a form of virtue signalling, or is it real?

I've always believed in God, especially when considering the evidence for intelligent design versus evolution. It seems like a no-brainer to me, but my faith has always been somewhat casual. I was raised Catholic, but I stopped regularly attending church and only went occasionally when I felt like it.

Then, Charlie Kirk was assassinated. I knew who he was and had watched many of his videos. His political words always resonated with me, and I unknowingly glanced over his religious words. After he died, I paid closer attention. I was impressed by his deep faith, he came across as honest and sincere, with no false pretense. I was moved by this, and for the first time, I decided to pray about finding my own deeper faith.

Praying isn't something I usually do. When someone gets sick or a family member passes away, I often tell people I will keep them in my thoughts and prayers. I genuinely spend a moment thinking about them and silently praying for their well-being. But when Charlie Kirk died, I said a silent prayer, asking to find a way to develop that kind of strong, undeniable faith.

The next morning, I woke up with a feeling, something told me to go to church to find the answers. That Sunday, I went to church expecting nothing in particular. As the sermon began, the priest asked, "Are you trying to find your faith? Do you wonder how you can develop a strong, deep faith?" To say I was mesmerised is a bit of an understatement. He had my attention.

His answer was simple: "You are not alone. Ask God to send you angels, and they will help you find the faith you're seeking." He spoke at length about angels, sharing example after example. He told the congregation (and, personally, me) that the answers I was searching for are right in front of me; I just need to ask. The priest went on to say that we don't know how many angels there are, but if you ask, God will always respond by sending you the spiritual help you need in the form of angels that are very much real. He went on to say that we are never alone and that help is at hand, but we had to ask.

I am working on the deep faith part, and I have asked for spiritual help, and I must admit that I feel a sense of relief and an overwhelming sense that all will be put right in the world, and it has restored my faith in humanity.

[Vicus]

This THREAD title is very good "protection" against the dark season we go into: Halloween

I just cant counted how many times I was "lend a hand"...after years and years I began to "think" that I'm "protected"... why and what for, no clue...

Today I think that we are sometimes simple "attacked" from the" Dark Forces" simple because we are too strong! (poor or none LOOSH to collect...)

As kid survived all the maladies and accidents but some give me some scars... I take it as trophies.

One of them:

I think I was 5 years old playing with my neighbor "children", they were at least 5 years older than me ...

Where we lived was a 2 floors big apartments, 2 up and 2 down were I and the other children's lived ,the entrance from the street got 2 doors, first was a metal door and the second was a revolve glass door used only in winter.

I don't know the name in English from that game, but something to run and "catch" someone...well they were bigger and speedy than me, they went forward and when they came to the glass door they just
smashed behind them in my direction!

I went trough the glass with my arms extend forward ... and in the last mini second I pull my head between the "knives" glass around my neck ...

Just for some 2 millimeters dint cut my arteries...that was "lending a hand"...

From that day we dint talk a word with our neighbors again...

Just in high school the mother from those children was one of my professors...

[ulli]

The more integrated one becomes, (or _we_ become), the more these miraculous events become commonplace.
Just focusing on these posts will open doors for miracles.
Everything is perfect when you think it’s perfect.

Yesterday my glasses broke. The little screw was missing. I searched everywhere for it, retracing my steps.
And today, while picking up the pieces to throw them away, there was a tiny screw, right next to them. It wasn’t there before. There is simply no logical
explanation.

[arjunaloka_official]

1) A friend of mine was recently diagnosed with cancer. Although he went for regular screenings, the cancer was missed due to medical malpractice. The variant he contracted is rare (5%) and easily treatable – 95% of all patients have a more dangerous variant with a very poor survival rate.

2) Another friend of mine was involved in an accident in which an SUV lost traction and flew in his direction. He describes how he experienced the situation as if in slow motion and veered off the flight path – the SUV missed him by a whisker, otherwise he probably wouldn't have survived.

3) A friend of mine wanted to take a plane trip – he was at the airport on time, but his friend was delayed that day, so he decided to wait for his friend, causing them both to miss the flight. The plane crashed – there were no survivors.

[Mark (Star Mariner)]

I was about four years old, and we were on my way to my grandparents' house. A short distance, less than a mile downhill to the main road where they lived. My parents walked behind, my mum pushing a pram with my baby sister inside, me out in front on one of those kiddie tricycles. This hill was not a steep grade, but a slope nonetheless; at the bottom, a T-junction and the busy, noisy main road, an A-road that ran through our village. It was a bright sunny day on the weekend. Though not a workday, the main road at the bottom of the hill was busy as it always is every single day.

I was having a wonderful time racing down this hill, a residential street lined with houses. I of course held to the pavement, the row of houses to my right. I still acutely remember rising and falling, rising and falling, as I crossed the dropped curb of each successive driveway, my little tricycle gathering pace.

I only became aware of the danger when I heard the frantic calls of my mother behind me -- way behind me. I was going too fast. I was getting too far away. Ahead, traffic rushing left to right, right to left, less than fifty yards and closing. And I couldn't stop.

Neither could I brake. The bike didn't have any brakes! I heard my Dad shouting, "Put your feet down!" His panicked tone told me I was in serious danger. Put my feet down. I put my feet down, my little sandals scraping the ground. Even today, some fifty years later, I can still see, as I looked down, the grey blur rushing beneath me. I wasn't strong enough or heavy enough to grip that tarmac...I just kept on going, and going, headlong towards the main road.

I don't remember exactly what I was thinking or feeling in that moment. Too young for notions of mortality. But I do recall a sense of futility, of powerlessness, and my mother's voice, fading now, screaming out my name.

Suddenly, when all seemed lost, I came to an abrupt stop. In front of me stood a man and a woman, the man's hand gripping the crossbar of my tricycle. They had appeared out of nowhere, as if by magic, and stopped me dead -- yards from the main road which I was about to run out into.

According to my mother later, they saw what was happening, dashed across the road and grabbed me before I hit the main road, preventing what could have been (probably would have been) a serious if not fatal accident. Interestingly though, my saviours were unknown to my mother, and she never learned their identity. We lived in a small community, a village, where everybody knew everybody, especially my mother, who was born there. At the time, I think she was too upset to offer more than a simple thank you. They turned up, this young couple, saved my life and vanished again. My mother had never seen them before, and she never saw them again. To this day (now 87) my mother calls them angels. And yeah, so do I.

[rgray222]

When I was living in London, one of my closest friends and a guy that I worked with was picking up his daughter after ballet rehearsal. At that time, she was either 14 or 15 years old. (She is now a dentist, which makes me feel old!) Anyway, she got into the car and sat in the front passenger seat for the ride home. They were on the M25, traveling at around 70 mph.

She told her dad that she was going to recline the seat all the way back to rest on the way home. She leaned the seat back to the full reclined position. As soon as she laid her head back, a piece of 8-foot-long rebar, a hard, straight metal rod that must have fallen off a truck, shot through the front passenger window and exited through the back window. Fortunately, no one was hurt.

They had owned the car for several years, and her dad told me that no one had ever put the seat back in the full reclined position. To this day, he swears that it was an angel that intervened to save his daughter's life.

[T Smith]

I probably posted this story somewhere before, but this is the perfect thread to revisit:

Years ago I worked as a bartender in a busy restaurant. After a double-shift (and something like 4 am in the morning) I was on my the way home from work--delirious and tired. I could barely keep my eyes open. But the roads were mostly empty that time in the morning. Still, I was driving through a suburban neighborhood and there were intersections and traffic lights to negotiate, even though the roads were empty.

The speed limit was 45 mph -- but I was anxious to get home (again, empty roads and tired). I'm sure I was going at least 55 mph. The context of my mental state is important to the story; I had just worked a 14 hour shift and was drifting in-and-out of consciousness, like a dream state, not far removed from falling asleep behind the wheel. I probably shouldn't have been driving at all.

Suddenly, something jolted me out of my half-consciousness as I approached an intersection. I was going 55 mph and was about to run a green light! Something in my mind convinced me green meant stop! I can't say this was an higher-calling telling me to stop; it was more like reality inverted for a second and my mundane understanding of reality interpreted the green light as a stop signal, that I was about to disobey the law and do something potentially unsafe to me and/or other drivers on the road. So I slammed on the brakes, came to a screeching halt sideways into the middle of the intersection, tires scalding with the smell of burnt rubber rising in the smoke.

No sooner had I come to a screeching halt when a southbound car zoomed through the intersection, barely missing me. The incoming car--going what I estimate to be at least 80 mph--had run the red light!

It's hard for me to explain how or why this happened. But I'm sure I had averted what would have been a deadly collision. Needless to say, I had plenty of adrenaline to make it home after that, completely awake and aware....

[thepainterdoug]

bill, quite a timing belt story. very fortunate and I think your guides could be watching

My son had a 1966 Mustang, and believe me, it was on its last legs.. A very dangerous thing happened. My son opened the hood while the engine was running and asked his friend behind the wheel to bring up the revs. He needed to figure out a problem.

a rare and dangerous thing happened, his friend revved the engine too high as my son was looking straight down from above at the fan belt and fan. suddenly, one of the blades on the fan broke off !!! he was beyond blessed that it went straight down to the ground rather then up into his face or neck. wow !! we think about it often.

[Sue (Ayt)]

I had a car incident too, that I chill to recall.
As a young family, we had some mechanic work just completed on our car and all seemed fine when we picked it up.
But later that day, we were driving on the Pennsylvania turnpike with the babies in their car seats in the back seat. I forget where we were heading, but we were traveling in traffic around 65-70mph.

Suddenly, we had a complete loss of steering control, with the steering wheel just spinning and no control whatsoever! My then husband was freaking out, and I immediately hit the emergency flashers, as he tapped the breaks to at least slow us down. And somehow, with all my might, intent, and body too, I jerked myself repeatedly to the right so we would wind up on the shoulder and out of traffic. And that is just what happened. We gently drifted to the shoulder where he has able to stop the car. In retrospect, I can't imaging that my weight could actually influence the drift of the car, but it worked.
Apparently, we had totally lost the cotter pin that holds the steering mechanism together. That mechanic had not replaced it right to keep it from falling out. grrrrrr

I don't think I ever actually encountered an "angel", but I do feel something higher always seems to keep me safe. Most every time I have had a close call, time has very much perceivably slowed down for me, so I was able to do exactly what was needed. Afterwards, I am floored as to how I did what I did. But I have learned to trust that it happens, and I feel safe and lucky most always.

[onawah]

I had been renting a one bedroom apartment that was situated over a garage next door to my landlady's house, the woman who owned both buildings.
I had given notice that I was moving and had all my things packed and ready to go on the morning of moving day, after a night of rain.
It was early on that moving day morning just as I was getting up, that a tree fell over and crashed into the roof of the apartment.
There were big tree branches on the wooden outdoor stairway that led from the kitchen down into the yard, but luckily they weren't so big they couldn't be moved, and once that was accomplished it wasn't too difficult to carry all my packed boxes down to the moving van.
But the tree trunk that had crashed onto the roof was enormous and after I was all moved out, the landlady had to hire someone with a chain saw to deal with it.
The damage was severe and too expensive to repair enough to restore the upstairs to apartment status again.
That was some timing!

[Rosencross]

Many years ago I was driving down a steep road cut into a mountain and suddenly out of nowhere a vision appeared showing me a cut in on the high side with a couple of those little white posts. I thought what is this? Next minute, going around a bend two cars were approaching me going up the hill with one overtaking another. A sure headon crash was imminent and there was the cut in and suddenly I was directed to steer into the cut in on a particular side of the first post as there was a rock on the other side of it. I veered in and was again directed to go back onto the road on a particular side of the 2nd post, as there was a ditch on the other side. I safely made it back onto the road with the sound of screeching behind me. A voice said just keep going and I did.

Years later I was crossing a road on foot at traffic lights and a car came around a corner. I suddenly saw myself lying on the road with my head split open and was dead. Then as the car approached I could see a look of horror on the drivers face and a voice inside me said,Jump, now! I jumped up and landed on the mud guard and slid toward the drivers window then as she braked I spun vertically 3 times and landed on my feet and in the shock of it all I kept walking with the driver yelling at me asking if I was ok. I nodded at her and kept going. I sorta felt like James Bond

[seehas]

Way back in the past I've had an experience where a voice in my head told me "DO NOT DRINK THIS BEER". At this time I was with a group of people I did not know very well in a Pub and I was invited to a beer, the voice started talking to me the moment i was thinking about drinking my first sip. I was wondering what was going on and ignored the voice to try the beer just one time and decided to wait. After a few minutes I started to feel slightly dizzy and drugged. I left the pub and went home. I am sure if i had drunk more or even the entire glass I would have been knocked out, who knows what would have happened. This event teached me to listen to the voice.

Was it an angel, a guide or my higher self? I dont know but this voice has been part of my life ever since.

[Johnnycomelately]

Posted by Bill Ryan (here)
Dear Friends, this new thread is to share any experiences where we might have thought:

Wow, that was so VERY lucky. It was almost as if an unseen hand stepped in to help.

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Who else might like to share their own stories of near-impossible, crazy-good luck?

Surely an ego-baiting thread, but I’ll play.

1. Two-odd years ago I was pushed off my skateboard across (slow) traffic lanes, coming to a stop with a car LF tire against my head. Stood up and felt my skull for obvious cracks, said thanks to the driver then gathered hat and board and continued on home.

2. Woke up on my motorbike, crossing from Ontario province westward, cozy and late from idling the bike for heat. Kawasaki Concours with custom fairing and rear hard-bags and a wide gas tank, ample side-~cupped shape for a bed. Draped a nylon shelter-sheet over me+bike to catch the heat.

Shut off the bike (inline 4-cylinder, liquid cooled with a regular radiator, 997 cc) and looked around. This was at a truck stop on the main highway. Quickly saw a curious little black lump, and Lo and behold it was one of two rubber front mounts for the gas tank!

Turns out, the tank had been pressurized by the hours of heat, and I guess whatever pressure release valve was malfunctioning, and it had deformed enough to spring that. Tank did start dripping later on which I fixed, first with JB Weld then with hot brass. I realized right away, that I’d dodged a bullet, was thankful to the Life.


I wonder if this thread is the place to discuss angels in general, including when they don’t appear to “save the day”. Like, what part do WE play, what might be called OUR responsibility, in the workings of what we call angels?

[Vicus]

Another one...

My first girlfriend visit my apartment many times, this was in an avenue with trees and normal traffic, and many restaurants and sometimes noisy...

Sometimes accompany to her home (7streets) trough a less noisy parallel street, but I don't know WHY, NOT THAT NIGHT...

That was in the ARGENTINA TERROR TIMES...

When we were at the first corner/intersection suddenly a terrible explosion blow up the entire opposite corner 120 m away, exactly where we could be if I had choose that path...the expansive wave brought us on the floor...

Later on knew the story: it was a men hair salon , were his owner was tie to his salon chair with dynamite ...courtesy from paramilitary fascists forces, his crime? well , "subversive" propaganda with his clients...

[Russian Bear]

The Guardian Angel –
1) An angel assigned by God to a person at Baptism to protect him from evil and help him in good deeds;
2) (in a broad sense) an angel who nurtures any person, any human community, country, people, etc.

The evidence of the Holy Scriptures is the basis for faith in the care of special Guardian Angels. The protective ministry of Angels is mentioned, for example, in Psalm 90.: "He will command his angels about you, to guard you in all your ways: they will carry you in their arms, so that you will not stumble over a stone with your foot." (Ps. 90:11-12). The righteous of the Old Testament had guardian angels (Gen.48:16). The Savior was talking about Angels assigned to individual people: "Take heed that you do not despise any of these little ones; for I tell you that their angels in heaven always see the face of my Father who is in heaven" (Matthew 18:10).
The belief in the existence of such Angels is evidenced by the miraculous case of the Apostle Peter's release from prison (Acts 1:16).12:7-17). The people who were in the house of Mary, John Mark's mother, did not believe the maidservant who claimed that the apostle Peter, who had previously been taken into custody, had been released and was standing at the door of the house, and believed that it was his Angel (Acts 1:16).12:15).
Some of the Angels, according to St. Peter. St. John of Damascus, "they protect the regions of the earth; and they govern the peoples and countries according to what the Creator has commanded them." In the book of Daniel, such angels are called the "princes" of the Jewish, Greek, and Persian kingdoms (Dan.10:13-21). The "Orthodox Confession of the Catholic and Apostolic Church of the East" states that Angels "are entrusted with the care and care of cities, kingdoms, countries, monasteries, churches, spiritual and secular people."
Guardian angels, according to St. Peter. St. John of Damascus, "they manage our affairs and help us." The guardian angel never completely leaves a person, because he constantly needs protection. At the same time, sometimes, following the divine definition, an Angel allows a person to experience sorrow and fall into sin. Based on the gospel account of the rich man and Lazarus, it is believed that Angels carry the souls of the departed righteous to their place of posthumous habitation (Luke 16:22). In the word "On the exodus of the soul and on the Second Coming" It is said about the Angels accompanying the soul on the posthumous ordeal.
To whom and when does God give a Guardian Angel?
The final prayer of the canon to the Guardian Angel testifies that the Guardian Angel is given "from holy baptism" - spiritual birth, and the 7th canto of this canon indicates how long: "from God given by me forever."
"Those who have been baptized and ascend to the height of virtues are given by God Angels who take care of them and help them. The Lord assures us of this when He says that everyone who believes in Him has Guardian Angels" (Rev. Anastasia Sinait).

The participation of a Guardian Angel in the life of a Christian
"If there were no Guardian Angels and mentors among good, pious people, then demons would destroy the entire human race-if, that is, the Lord allowed them to do whatever they pleased with people: for the malice of demons towards people is immeasurable and their envy of man has no limits, for man was created according to in the image of God and destined for the inheritance of eternal life in the place of the fallen angels" (holy righteous John of Kronstadt).
Close and kindred to humans by their spiritual nature and by God's mercifully wise appointment, Angels in general and Guardian Angels in particular take a lively and active part in our destiny. Guardian angels do everything for us that serves our true well-being and salvation. Invisibly staying with us all the time, they guide us to salvation, not only at our request mysteriously guide us to all that is good and useful, not only lift up our prayers to God, but also protect and protect us from ourselves from enemies visible and invisible and intercede for us before God. That is why the Orthodox Church teaches us to honor and invoke our Guardian Angels in our prayers as our closest spiritual mentors and patrons.
But, as God Himself appointed invisible mentors, guardians and protectors to man, we do not know the private name of each Guardian Angel individually, and since the Guardian Angel is a good spirit who did not live a human earthly life, the Orthodox Church cannot assign each Guardian Angel a separate day of public remembrance of his holy charity, spiritual life, and obliges us to turn to his patronage and protection privately, in our daily prayers at home.


The Guardian Angel
Archimandrite John (Krestyankin)
Guardian angels are servants of our salvation, so we are not alone in our earthly life, in our labors to save our immortal souls. We firmly know that our helpers are with us, protecting us from all kinds of troubles that we encounter on the path of life, and from the wrath of God that each of us deserves. Our Guardian Angel is an infinitely loving being. He loves us with all the fullness of his love. And his love is great, and its effect is strong, because when he contemplates God, he sees eternal Love that desires our salvation.
Our Guardian Angel is like our second mother. He has the same care for us, and even more. Our mother takes special care of us while we are in infancy and childhood. Our Guardian Angel, from the moment of our baptism until the last days of our life, is our caring mentor. And if we do not push him away from us during our earthly life, he will lead our soul to worship God when the time comes for the soul to separate from the body.
Our Guardian Angels are powerful with their personal prowess, powerful with the power they have received from God, and powerful with the prayers they send to the Most High God for us.
Everything that is good, pure, and bright in us: every good thought, every kind movement of the heart, our prayer, repentance, and good deeds – all this is born and performed in us at the suggestion of our invisible Guardian Angel. Acting through our conscience and our heart, it is he, our Angel, who keeps us from sin and temptation, it is he who helps us fight temptations, it is he who inspires us with fear of the grave fall.
The Guardian Angel given to us is like our expanded and open conscience. He's doing his best to save us, and we have no right to stop him from doing so. We must help him in his efforts to save us. We must ask him to enrich our minds with an abundance of holy thoughts, to strengthen in us the habit of pious reflection. We must love him as our elder and strong brother. But in fact, we so often forget about him, we do not pray to him, we offend his sanctity with our sins, and he shows his concern for us again and again. He intercedes for us before the mercy of God, he pleads with God for our needs, and the Heavenly Father will never refuse his requests.
But why do the Angels of God take such care of people?
Firstly, because they are servants of God and have been commanded by God to protect and save people. Secondly, they themselves are God's creations, and words relate to them just as they do to people.: Be merciful, just as your Father is merciful (Luke 6:36). They understand this and try, imitating their Creator and God, to show both their mercy and their long-suffering to people..
What joy it gives them to save the souls that Christ redeemed with His Blood and who (with their help) will share their glory and their bliss with them!
If we were even a little more empathetic, we would notice how carefully our Guardian Angel helps us return to the path of salvation through repentance. He not only encourages us to repent, but he also promises to remind us of all our sins, all the mistakes and mistakes of life.
Our Guardian Angels, messengers to us from God, travel unhindered and quickly from God to us and from us to God (as long as our deeds do not interfere with this). They come from God to us in order to bring us His grace; they also ascend from us to God in order to convey to Him our prayers and thanks.
How close our Guardian Angel must be to each of us! How much trust we should have in him! During our lifetime, we can tell him the innermost secrets of our soul. Those secrets that we would not trust to the closest people. And this is because in the Guardian Angel we see the wisest in advice, the most selfless in love and help, gentle in affection for us, caring in our needs.


From the morning prayer rule:
Prayer IX, to the Holy Guardian Angel:
O holy angel that standeth by my wretched soul and my passionate life, forsake not me a sinner, nor shrink from me because of mine intemperance. Give no place for the cunning demon to master me through the violence of my mortal body, strengthen my poor and feeble hand, and guide me in the way of salvation. Yea, O holy angel of God, guardian and protector of my wretched soul and body, forgive me all wherein I have offended thee all the days of my life; and if I have sinned during the past night, protect me during the present day, and guard me from every temptation of the enemy, that I may not anger God by any sin. And pray to the Lord for me, that He may establish me in His fear, and show me, His servant, to be worthy of His goodness. Amen.

From the Evening prayer rule:
Prayer X, to the Holy Guardian Angel
O Angel of Christ, my holy guardian and protector of my soul and body, forgive me all wherein I have sinned this day, and deliver me from all opposing evil of mine enemy lest I anger my God by any sin. Pray for me, a sinful and unworthy servant, It that thou mayest show me forth worthy of the kindness and mercy of the All‑holy Trinity, and of the Mother of my Lord Jesus Christ, and of all the saints. Amen.

Do the unbaptized have a guardian Angel?
In the book of Job, it says: "If he has (a sinner whom God has punished with illness) An angel is a mentor, one of a thousand, to show a man his straight path, God will have mercy on him and say: free him from the grave, I have found propitiation. Then his body will become fresher than in his youth, he will return to the days of his youth, he will pray to God, and He is merciful to him, looks with joy on his face and restores his righteousness to man. He will look at people and say: I have sinned and turned the truth and I will not be rewarded, he has freed my soul from the grave and my life sees the light. God does all these things two or three times to a man in order to lead his soul away from the grave and enlighten him with the light of the living" (Job 33:22-30). Even in the Old Testament, the ratio was one guardian angel per thousand sinners. We don't know what the ratio is now. In the rite of Baptism, there is a special request that God grant man a guardian Angel. And so we know that a guardian angel is given to every person at Baptism. That's the difference, in this matter, between the baptized and the unbaptized. There is only one Guardian Angel per thousand unbaptized. But there are cases when God specifically sends a guardian angel to an unbaptized person to fulfill some special will. This happens if God has appointed such a person as a ruler, some kind of ruler, or anyone else. God also sends an Angel to him to manifest his will through him. For example, this is how God acted on Pharaoh, on Nebuchadnezzar, on Balaam. This goal is to save the person himself, if possible, if he wants to, and if he does not want to, then through him to fulfill some kind of His will to save other people.

[Raskolnikov]

I flew to Germany to meet a girl. After taking the train from Frankfurt to Stuttgart, we exited the station to blizzard-like conditions and rain-swept streets. I remember commenting on the curious baggage carrier moving alongside the stairs and she stopped to say something funny and we both laughed before plunging headlong into the elements. We tried to catch the bus across the street but the busy traffic kept us back. Catching the next one, it started off and we were happy to be out of the rain and snow. After driving up the winding hills, just before our stop, the bus suddenly came to a stop in the middle the street. Everyone began looking around in curiosity. Up ahead, at the next intersection, the bus we’d just missed had been crushed by something. We exited the bus and looked up. An entire section of the roof from the five-story corner building had torn off and landed on the bus. Only the front end of the bus remained, the rest flattened. We stood there taking this all in for a moment as an awning from a nearby building whipped and lashed repeatedly smashing into the building, metal supports ripped free, the awning refusing to let go. We gave each other a look of acknowledgment at how close we’d come to being on that bus then pushed on to her place just up the street. In a way, we were saved by her sense of humor, and my curiosity, and maybe a little help from the angels…

[Ravenlocke]

Years ago in my twenties I was working in the west end of Toronto and I had signed up for a business seminar class that was near downtown and in an area I wasn’t familiar with nor was I familiar with the college campus where I had to go for class in the evening after work.

I drove there because there was no bus or subway routes to that area. When I got there the college parking lot was full so I went and parked on the street. Where I parked there were a row of parked cars and one empty spot so I took it.
I quickly got my stuff and hurriedly went inside as I was almost late.

It was almost 10:00 pm by the time I got back to the car. It was quite cold and noone insight and the street was pretty dark. What I didn't realize earlier was that I had parked the car on frozen ice so when I started the car up and tried to leave the tires would spin but no traction. I couldnt get the car to move.

No sooner did I get out of the car to figure out which direction to walk to find a bus stop or whatever, I hear a cheery voice. It was this nice elderly lady, and she stood in the doorway to her house where my car was parked, and she said, “why don’t you come and wait inside. I’m making some tea and I already called a taxi for you.”

In disbelief I went inside to wait, and a few minutes later there was a knock on the door, the taxi guy had arrived. The lady explained what had happened to me and the taxi guy said, “wait a minute let me try”, I handed him the car key and again to my disbelief he comes in a couple of minutes later to let me know my car was out and ready to go. From what I remember he didn’t have any sand to put on the ice but he got the car out.

I was so relieved but still in shock and I thanked them both so much, and they were smiling and seemed amused but Boy was I grateful to both of them. I got in the car and made my way home, I thought my heart was gonna burst. Such good strangers (or maybe earth angels), showing me such kindness