I thought it happened in 1978.I was thrown out of the house and had no where to go in a small fishing village on eastern long island.I knew of a woman who lived in our town to be a "JESUS" freak,according to the secular world.She took me in,no questions asked.She gave me lodging and food and a warm place to lay my head and transportation to church.Now, I was a catholic,SPIRIT filling to me according to the catholic doctrine was sitting in a hard booth and falling asleep and counting the minutes to hurry up.Then I could go about my daily duties and do it all over again until next sunday.Then the woman brought me to her church,peaceful,full of the SPIRIT so then i gave my life to CHRIST,I thought.I was getting restless and feeling confined in that small town.I hitched to florida with no money or future.Got a job in a club as a bouncer,then one nite a pair of men came in,drunk and drugged.A fight rang out and i threw them out.About an hour later one of them came back with a chrome plated .38,at point blank range he aimed it to my face,about 4ft.away and fired.I saw the bullet come towards me,like in slow motion,it was straight and all of a sudden it was like I had a forcefield around my body,it whizzed right thru my hair.I yelled to let everyone know about the crazy man with a gun and get down,he fired at me unloading the gun of all bullet's meanwhile killing two customers,and as he fired the last round,that bullet went thru my hair the other way,since my back was in front of him.He was apprehended and went to prison for life.That was my Guardian Angel at work!! After that i kept putting GOD on the back burner,hitching all around the country,finally I got it together with a carreer,I began driving a tractor trailer in 1985.No GOD and no church untill 2 1/2 years ago.I was in portland,or. loaded and started to drive eastward on I-84(columbia river gorge)I got about 50miles out of town and pulled to the side to do some paperwork.As i was sitting there in the middle of nowhere,a man walked by my rig,well dressed and sandy brown hair with a back pack draped over his shoulder,I felt compelled to ask him if he needed a ride and he accepted.Had no idea I was about to embark on a journey that would last a lifetime.He said his name was terry and he was headed to Boise,Id.from where i picked him up from,it was about 350miles.He had a glo about him and he asked me if i knew JESUS.I said a little and he opened his bible up to the book of romans and read it to me as I was driving.It was twilight and cool outside.As he read the book the feeling of peace and warmth came over me and by the time we arrived outside of Boise,Id.and several bucket's of tear drop's later,I gave my life to our KING JESUS OF NAZARETH.We hugged and he said farewell and I never saw him again.I now go to a pentecostal church in Clearwater,fl. and still driving a truck. If in doubt of your spirtuallity,please go to your knees and ask in JESUS NAME to comfort and provide for you.In his poverty we are to live abundantly.God Bless!! Brother George

Thanks George! Great story!

You'll always have to wonder if it was and angel.

George.
hello neighbor!
i live in sarasota...
a wonderful account...thank you so much for posting it..
and there is another thread about angels as well!
wonderful stories to bring joy!
love and thanks!
bz

guess what! someone else here on the board lives in sarasota too! cool!



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