Even with all of the trials life presents, I still want to believe in miracles. I can’t stop thinking about an amazing story I read about in the news a few days ago. Four police officers discovered an overturned car in a river in Spanish Fork, Utah. The four officers claimed that they heard a woman’s voice screaming “Help” repeatedly as they tried to rescue the occupants of the car. However, when the officers were able to flip the car over, they discovered the young woman at the wheel had sadly passed away, but there was an 18-month-old baby in the backseat still very much alive. The baby, thankfully, was rescued, however, the officers were left with two unanswered questions: 1) How did the 18-month-old baby, Lily Groesback, survive in the car overnight hanging upside-down over water? And 2) Who was the woman screaming for help? It couldn’t be the 25-year-old mother, Lynn Groesback, who had sadly died several hours before the officers had arrived on the scene. However, all four officers still claim they heard a woman screaming for help from inside the car. The officers still have not discovered who had screamed. I don’t want to read any more about this story. I don’t want a logical explanation. I want to believe that the baby had guardian angels and a mother’s love protecting her.
This story made me think of something I had witnessed a few years ago. My mom and I were driving through Palm Springs, California. We had to stop at a red traffic light at the intersection of Ramon Road and Sunrise Way, which is one of the busiest areas in the city. As I sat in the car on Ramona Road waiting for the light to turn green, I turned my head to the right and noticed a young woman walking across Sunrise Way. The woman was obviously jaywalking but she seemed oblivious to the danger she was creating. Mom and I watched as the young woman stopped for a moment on the wide medium. The woman looked around for a moment before unwittingly stepping down off the medium right in front of a car speeding down the road. I caught my breath and Mom grabbed my arm as we realized that the young woman and the car were on an obvious collision course! Suddenly, I gasped in surprise as I saw the young woman floating up into the air! The woman hadn’t jumped or ran. She was literally lifted up for a moment and held hovering over the road before she suddenly floated backwards and landed safely back on the medium again as the car shot past her.
Mom’s grip on my arm tightened as she squealed, “Jamie, did you see that!? Did you see that!?” I suddenly felt relieved hearing Mom’s question. I hadn’t imagined the event; she had seen it, too! “That woman,” Mom continued to say after taking a deep breath, “she was saved! Someone…something…saved her!” Mom and I stared at the woman as she now stepped down off the medium and safely walked across the intersection and down the street. Mom and I both silently contemplated what had just happened as I now drove across the intersection. I don’t think either one of us knew what to say.
I had a similar experience about two years before that. I was driving home from a friend’s house. For some reason, I kept thinking about a bad car wreck I had been in a few months before. The memory created a lot of anxiety in me. My hands began shaking even though I was tightly hanging on to the wheel. I began to say over and over in my mind, “I don’t want to be in another car wreck. Oh, please, God, I don’t want to be in another car wreck.” This thought was running through my mind almost like a litany as I stopped at a red traffic light. “God, please, don’t let me be in another car wreck.”
Just as the light turned green, I heard a voice in my head suddenly say, “DON’T MOVE. HE’S RUNNING A RED LIGHT!” I didn’t move. I sat frozen in place. I felt temporarily paralyzed because I couldn’t raise my right foot off the brake to step on the gas. Suddenly, a car came shooting across the intersection from the cross street, running right through the red light. Oh, my gosh, if I had moved, I would have been right in the middle of the intersection when the car came speeding down the road. The other car would have hit me right on the driver’s side door! Once the car was out of the intersection, my right foot was suddenly released and I was able to shift it from the brake to the gas pedal. I drove home then, peaceful and calm. My anxiety had completely disappeared as I thanked God for his protection and many blessings. I’m very fortunate that I learned to believe in miracles at a very early age. I constantly have visions of angels and conversations with those who have crossed over.
Life is full of so many incredible, unexplainable happenings. Miracles didn’t stop happening 2000 years ago. Miracles are still happening today….we just need to know how to look for them and feel blessed. I really don’t want to write anything more about this. I really don’t want to say anything more about beautiful baby Lily and the young woman on the median. I just want to be quiet now and listen to the spirits speak.
Author Jamie Zunick 