I was taking my 3-year-old daughter to daycare. I had left the house and traveled two blocks when I came to a major intersection that was being widened. I was the first car at the light, my daughter was in her child seat in the front. The light turned green, as I readied to go through the intersection, loud and clear, I heard the words, "Don't Go." It was so clear that I thought someone was in my backseat.
I checked the rearview mirror, there was no one. At that point, I thought, "Oh, I am holding up traffic" and started to proceed through the intersection when a dump truck full of hot asphalt ran the red light. I was told that if I hadn't delayed, the impact from the dump truck would have killed us. And, if not the crash, the hot asphalt would have burned us to death. I always thought it was my daughter's angel. Years later, I spoke with a psychic. She said the angel was mine and that I had three: one strong woman and two men. The psychic said, you know, "The men that help you do things around here," I thank them a lot. ÄLINDALOULALA
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