When I was four or five, my mom and I were leaving my aunts house. I remember walking to the car I felt uneasy. I was still using a booster seat but I was old enough to strap myself in. When I began to pull on my seat belt I felt a presence near me and I began to freak out and feel rushed to leave. As soon as I clicked my seat belt in a car hit my moms car from behind. My mom not being prepared, her entire face pressed against the steering wheel, she broke her nose, but I was perfectly fine. I don’t know if God was on my side but I still get chills thinking about it. Whatever it was it was on my side.