Chat It’s Fate — August 2017

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Kerin Webb, 55, from Bournemouth, Dorset

I watched

as the

caravan

was thrown

around

Floating

over my

bed were

two winged

angels

I should be

C

ycling along,

I sang aloud to an

Elvis song. It was

summer 1983,

I was heading for

my petrol station shift.

Suddenly, it was as if

invisible hands grabbed the

collar of my bomber jacket,

lifting me from the saddle.

Flipping through the air,

I rolled into the middle of the

road, cars swerving to avoid me.

Utterly terrifying.

Clambering to safety,

I gawped at the mangled

wreck of my bike.

A lorry had crushed it

beneath its wheels.

A miracle

Someone must have called

the police because, minutes

later, officers arrived.

A motorist who’d stopped

explained the truck’s load of

scaffolding had come loose,

and swung to the left.

‘I saw the scaffolding hit

you as it went past,’ he told me.

But I’d felt nothing. And,

like my bike, I should have

been crushed. Instead,

miraculously, I was unscathed.

It was as if I’d been pulled

out of the lorry’s

path, then placed

back down

seconds later.

Being spiritual,

I knew there

was only one

explanation.

I’d been saved by

my guardian angel.

Grateful doesn’t

come close.

Terrible

storm

Then, in October 1987,

aged 26, I went with

friends to a spiritual

festival in Camber

Sands, East Sussex.

On the final

night, we

had a party. Later, I made my

way back to the mobile home

I’d rented.

But at around

5am, I was jolted

awake when

the caravan

lurched violently.

As I opened my

eyes, I stared with

amazement.

Floating over

the bed were the

outlines of two

pulsating winged

angels. Then

they disappeared.

Outside, a terrible storm

was raging. Rain

pelted against the

windows, howling

winds rocked the

mobile home.

And a horrible

foreboding hung

in the air.

Suddenly, I

heard a voice...

‘You have to

get out of the

bedroom,’ it said.

Adrenaline

pumping, I jumped

up, pulled

on some

clothes, then darted to the

living room.

As the mobile home shook

ferociously, I started to pray

to the angels.

‘I’m afraid. Please protect

me,’ I begged.

Then I lay down on the sofa

under the window.

As I did, there was a

deafening bang. The mobile

home shuddered, then lurched

several feet upwards.

It was as if time stood still.

I saw myself suspended in the

air, furniture flying around me.

Floating

Bangs echoed as

the furniture

smashed against

the walls and floor.

Cutlery shot out of

drawers.

Then I was

plunged into

blackness as the

lights went out.

A split second

later, I was outside,

gently floating

downwards. I landed on soft,

wet grass just feet away.

Frozen with fear, I watched

as the caravan was thrown

around, smashed to pieces by

the thrashing wind.

I stared, stunned at the

devastation

around me.

The mobile home had

bounced on my hire car,

crushing it, and knocked down

a wall.

I ran to the

guard in the

caravan

park office.

‘My mobile

home’s been

destroyed,’ I told

him over the

screaming wind.

Saved

again

Together, we evacuated

the other caravans,

gathered everyone in a

nearby building.

Once everyone was safe, my

legs gave way with the shock

dead

!