When I was younger, earlier in the day I was playing along the hillside in my grandmothers front lawn. I was sitting in the grass picking those dandielions, all of the sudden I felt a breeze and saw someone smiling at me. I swear to god it was an Angel. Long blonde hair, and a dress. She flew right in front of me, waved, then dissapeared.

A few hours later, my mom came to pick me up from the house. On the way to our house, you have to cross railroad tracks.
As we got nearer I started freaking out, I was crying and telling my mom that a train was going to hit us. She tried to keep going, but I grabbed the steering wheel and refused to let her. ...Just as soon as she was going to try to cross with no warning, a train sped by. We would have been on those tracks at that very moment. The lights and the bars never went down. I most definatly think we'd have been killed if it wasn't for "her".

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