Once when i was around 10-11 years old, there was an underpass by my old house that always used to flood. We would then climb over the safety railing at the very top and throw stuff into the water. One time i leaned out too far and could feel myself falling. I remember thinking, “this is going to hurt”.
Then at the last moment someone grabbed me by the collar and pulled me back. I thought it was my best friend who was on the bridge with me, i turned to thank him only to see he was maybe 40 yards away and never even noticed me falling. Not another soul was anywhere to be seen….I´ve always called that experience a personal meeting with my guardian angel.