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September 2006 - Page 16
Baby's Guardian Angel
by Sharon
This is the strangest thing that has ever happened to me. It took place when my daughter was six months old. She's now 22, happy and healthy. My best friend at the time and I had decided that I'd earned myself a day out shopping. But shopping with a baby involves carrying a lot of stuff: diaper bag, stroller, purse, etc. My biggest challenge in the malls and stores was navigating the escalators. Being the cautious type, I would always fold up the stroller and carry it down the escalator in one hand, baby in the other. But this is a dangerous balancing act in itself, and I don't have the world's best balance. I'd seen other people just roll their strollers onto an escalator, ride it down and roll it off at the bottom. I'd always been a little skeptical of this method and doubted my ability to pull it off, but on this day, against my better judgment, I decided to try it.
My friend got on the escalator. With my daughter safely strapped in, I rolled the stroller on behind her, then got on myself. A man got on behind me. I didn't pay much attention to him, but I was aware that he was standing about two or three steps behind me. All was well until we got to the bottom. My friend got off. I was in the process of rolling the stroller off behind her, but something on the stroller caught on something on the escalator. The stroller stopped dead...- I didn't. I flew over the top of the stroller, all arms and legs everywhere. I heard the stroller collapse, but I couldn't do anything about it - it was like I was tumbling through space in slow motion.
I didn't hear my baby cry. As I scrambled to my feet, I feared the absolute worst. My slightly mangled stroller (one wheel was bent) had skidded about 10 feet from the bottom of the escalator. My baby wasn't in it. But standing right behind me, holding her under her arms, was the man who'd gotten on the escalator behind me. She was unhurt and completely calm. He handed her to me without a word. Badly shaken, I took her from him. I looked away for just as second, then turned back to him to thank him from the bottom of my heart and ask him how he'd gotten her out of the stroller. But in the time it took me to look away and look back again, he was gone.
I asked my friend if she'd seen where he went. She said she didn't; she'd been too busy trying to help me. We ran through the store and looked for him everywhere, but we never did find him. The only question that remains is, was he my daughter's Guardian Angel? Or was he mine?
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