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January 2006 – Page 4

Angel Flew Interference
by Pat Pfeffer

It was 2:30 a.m. and a frigid February blizzard was in progress in Ohio. I had a decision to make. Spend the night in Dayton, which was about a three-hour drive from home, or make the drive home now.

I was still wired, just having completed my musical performance in a night club near the military base, so decided to do the drive now. I cranked up the radio which was tuned to some good classical music and merrily set off for home.

During the first half hour of the drive I buzzed along at 75 miles per hour and was pretty oblivious to the weather conditions. As I settled into a more relaxed state, I became aware that I was the only car moving on the interstate. The few others abroad at that time were pulled off the road buried under a couple of feet of snow. The strong blustery winds were blowing the dense heavy snowflakes in all directions. I was plowing through deep fresh snow as if it weren't there.

As I began to take more notice of these conditions, I finally became aware of the fact that I had never turned on my windshield wipers. I'm barreling along at this speed and there was not a speck of snow on my windshield! This snow was very heavy, wet and sticky... and was sticking to everything and everybody else, why not me?

With a clear windshield I was able to see four or five feet ahead through the dense snowfall and knew I would see the lights of any car in front of me. I continued driving at that speed for the entire trip on the interstate... without turning on my wipers! No snow accumulated on the car until I approached the exit ramp.

When I made that exit I was inundated with the heavy wet stuff and my wipers could not work fast enough to keep the windshield clear. I drove the rest of the way home at about 20 mph.

I was highly amused and extremely grateful when a mental image appeared showing me my guardian angel flying interference for me throughout the entire trip. He was snow and ice encrusted and had deflected the elements to keep me safe. If he hadn't been an angel he might have had a few choice words to say to this dumb blonde!

I am eternally grateful and have never forgotten his dedication. Thanks for keeping me safe.

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