I was only 9 or 10 years old at the time. My
mother took me down to a creek not to far from our house so I could cool
off and have fun on a very hot summer day. I didn't know how to swim but
I enjoy playing in water.
I was standing on a big rock in the creek when
my feet slipped of the rock and I went under. Each time I came up I tried
to yell for help but couldn't get the word out before I went under again.
Mom thought I was just having fun and didn't realize I was in trouble.
I know I went under the water three times, but it could have been four.
All of a sudden I felt hands under my arms. This was a physical feeling
as if a human was helping and saving me. When I had my feel solidly back
on same rock, the hands disappeared. I turned around to say "Thank You",
but there was no one there. The closest people was on the other side of
the creek about two hundred feet away. They were all sitting on that bank,
no one was swimming and I turned around just within a few seconds after
the hands that I physically felt were gone. There is no doubt in my mind
that an angel saved me that day from drowning.