I have always believed in *Gods Angels* and at
the tender age of ten, I knew for sure, as God
sent one to rescue me, from what I found out
later, could have been the end of my life.
Every once in awhile I got to go visit relatives
who lived on a farm. I loved just about
everything about those visits. My aunt would
take me picking berries in the woods and tell me
stories about my grandpa and grandma that I
loved so dearly.
I loved the farm animals and the freedom to roam
Being a very curious ten year old, I always
wondered what it would be like to climb up the
side of the silo and look inside.
In *the olden days* some silos didn't have tops
A younger cousin came to play with me on this
week-end, and when milking time came we decided
to climb the silo. After all, everyone was in
the barn now, so who was going to stop us?
WOW!, no one would ever know, or would they?
We got to the top. I don't even remember looking
inside. The next thing I knew I was sitting on
the ground, facing away from the silo, with my
back leaning up against it.
I don't remember the fall or hitting the ground.
Do you sense the entrance of an angel?
My uncle told me much later in life that he had
measured the distance of the fall shortly
afterward and it was 32 ft. They also deduced
that I had stepped into cow manure right before
the fall, and my foot evidentially slipped off
the ring around the silo. They found the
evidence of the cow manure up 32 ft. on that
silo ring and my uncle kidded me and said he
knew a cow couldn't get up there, *SMILE*.
Well, I do remember screaming "Help". The
younger cousin must have gone to the barn to get
help for the next thing I knew was they were
trying to pick me up and me crying, "My leg fell
off". It felt like there was no leg there.
I was told later it was a compound fracture of
my right hip. That is where the bone is broke
totally in two and it protruded out the leg.
I have to believe that God sent an *Angel* to
catch me and gently place me on the ground. I
remember having very little pain, as I feel sure
that God allows us the comfort of *shock*, in
times of trauma, to protect us.
My parents moved again when I went into the
hospital and I never saw them even once the
whole time I was there. I can't remember crying
but I do remember being told by the staff they
had moved away. I never got mail from them
I remember being so overjoyed at the kindness of
the doctor and nurses and all the attention that
they provided me with.
Upon my release from the hospital, grandpa &
grandma came to take me home with them. Grandpa
made me a crutch out of a broom stick and carved
the top from a piece of wood. Grandma wrapped
the top part with rags for comfort.
While I was living with my grandparents I
remember seeing a plaque on the wall with the
Bible verse John 3:16 on it and I wondered what
it was all about . I asked grandma and she
explained it to me.
To this day, that has always been my favorite
My fall from the silo happened in the springtime
and I never saw my parents again till Halloween
No communication whatever!
Now this story wasn't written so you could feel
sorry for me!
Not at all--it was written to say, yes God
provides us with *Heavenly Angels*, you just
have to believe.
There have been several more times in my life
when I was told later that by all rights I
should not be here today. My feeling on that is
just to say,
"Thank you", our Loving God for creating and
loving us and for providing us with *Guardian
Angels*, to look out for us.
Author: Delilah M. "Dede" Haas
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