It was a sunny day in summer and we were enjoying our summer vacation. My mother went for a walk in the field with our neighbor. Since my brother is older, he had to watch me. Now what siblings do when they are alone and have no agreement about the TV program? They annoy each other and of course, they argue.

I was crying and ran out of the house. I wanted to go after my mother with my new roller skates. We live on the outskirts of the village called Dirmstein (1 hour from Frankfurt) and you only have to cross a road to be in nature. But crossing the road was a bit dangerous, not only for small children but also for adults. The road was rebuilt a few years later, but at that time there was no traffic islands in front of the village entrance, most cars did not slow slowed down and they just entered our village at an excessive speed of about 100km/h. There have been many car or motorcycle accidents with and without pedestrians at this intersection.

When you are a third grader, you really don’t have the road traffic in focus, especially when you are emotionally in a different state. On this beautiful sunny day, I was the one who was hit by a car. My little body was thrown meters into the air and bounced back on the hot asphalt of the road. But I didn’t feel bad at that moment. I was safe.

I was in a bright room. I felt secure. I didn’t know where I was, but this area had a gentle brise of trust and love. Behind me, on my right and on my left, my angels are holding my hand. I couldn’t see them clearly (they were much taller than me), but I could really feel them. Suddenly a deep voice in my mind asked “Are you ready to go?”. Without thinking where I was or where the voice was coming from, I cried out “No, I still have something to do. I want to save people. I still have to give back something.”

The next moment I was on the floor. Many people were around me. I was wondering “What do they all want from me? I am fine”. The ambulance was there, too. After several tests, the doctor at the hospital looked at me quite amazement. He said, it was a miracle that a little girl survived this collision with a moving car without any serious injuries. I had two broken roller skates and two knees with small scratches only.

Many years passed. I forgot my promise to my creator and to my angels, only the memory of that beautiful cosy place remained in my heart.
Matching to my studies in human resource management, I started a training in personal development. I was dealing with the question “Why am I here?” and suddenly I remembered my promise. A promise why I – meanwhile for the second time – am still not ready to leave the world. Yes, I had another conversation with my creator. He asked me and I replied the same answer as I did when I was a little girl. The next moment, I was awake again and found myself behind the steering wheel of my car. At the last minute, I was able to steer the car in the right direction instead of going to the opposite side of the crowded highway. I must have fallen asleep while driving. Again, I was protected.

I want to give thanks for my life and give a moment of joy and hope to people who did not have the great luck like me. And be it only a bread to share with them.

Maybe with the next conversation, I might be ready.. but until then, I want to return my gratitude and love