My dad tells a story of when he was a young man and my sister and I were young. He used to drive to work early in the morning and the roads were always very quiet, so quiet that there was an intersection he said he always would fly through with out ever stopping, because there was never any other cars on the road. One morning as he was driving towards this intersection he heard someone yell 'Oy' he said it was like someone yelling from another room.

So startled was he as he was alone in the car he slowed to a near stop. At that moment a huge truck drove through the intersection and if he hadn't of stopped it would have hit him.

I really do believe it was his guardian angel.