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Stalked By The Devil, Saved By An Angel

 

I was in early twenties in 1993 a burglar alarm installer for a small company in Indianapolis, Indiana. I installed security systems in several church's that year. Every church I worked in the pastor, preacher was trying to get me to start coming to their service on Sunday. One even tried to talk me into getting baptized. I always declined.

I started having very scary nightmares, every night I was being stalked by the devil. The worst dream I was driving my truck and I seen a man trying to hitch a ride with his thumb in the air at a corner and said to myself sorry I don't pick up strangers. I drove to the next corner I seen the same man, he had a sick looking grin on his face like I felt he was thinking going my way. Again I kept driving. The next corner he was there again, this time his hand was down and he was mad because I wouldn't pick him up. I drove to the next corner he was there again but this time he stared at me with a hatred that I could feel deep in my soul then his eyes turned blood red I felt this man was the devil. I sat up in my bed still asleep and stated three times my soul hurts. My wife woke me and said, do you realize what you just said? Then she asked me to start going to her church with her.

A few days had passed, I was installing an alarm in another church my wife asked me if I would pick up our daughter from her grandmothers house after work. I picked her up just before sundown. I was driving on I 65 south in the fast lane at rush hour when my truck suddenly stalled, I had to get get over in a hurry there was no shoulder left of the fast lane. My truck came to a rest between the interstate and an on ramp where the two interstates I 65 and I 70 combine.

Traffic was on both sides of my truck with every pass of a vehicle my truck would sway side to side. My daughter was only six, she was very scared, I told her not to worry that Daddy would get us to safety. I told her not to open her door Daddy will come over to her side and get her out when it was safe. I got out of my side and started to go around to the back of the truck so I could keep an eye on the traffic when all of a sudden a man was behind my truck already out of his car, he yelled hey! Your daughter. I turned around and opened my door fast as I could she was trying to get out on her side. I pulled her back in and shut her door just a car drove by on her side.

That car was going at least 75 mph. When it went by it grazed my mirror. That man had came along and saved both our lives. A true angel. I really mean a real angel. When I was out of my truck walking toward the back there was no car it appeared out of nowhere I never took my eye off the interstate I would have seen it pull up and stop and I surely would have seen him get out of his cab. After saving us. I say us because if something would have happened to my baby that day it would have killed me I would not have been able to continue my life. Anyway he told me to get in his cab and asked me my address.

I told him and he drove us home. By this time it was dark he drove home the route I always took. He pulled into my drive like he lived there his whole life. My porch light was off, without the light my address couldn't be seen, he never turned on his flash light that was attached to the driver door. And all the way home he preached to me telling me to start living right, go to church.

I tried to pay him cab fare he would not accept, My wife offered him dinner he said he had to go and that he had a very busy night ahead of him. I wrote down his information, his hack license number, cab company number, his name and the number assigned to the car. The next day I called the cab company to tell his boss how he saved a life and the dispatcher told me that they didn't have a cab with that number or a driver by that name. I also found out the hack number didn't exist either. I really believe he was an angel sent down to save my daughters life...

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kswartz (3 posts)
 
1 year ago (2016-06-09)
Lonelybone,
I am the real daughter. Thank you for your kind words. They have a bigger impact on my life and journey than you realize and I will forever be grateful to you and your ability to reach me with words.
darkassassin92 (37 posts)
 
2 years ago (2016-02-15)
I am highly interested in the supernatural but I am a atheist. So seeing is believing to me and I have to see it in order to believe it.
loneybone (2 posts)
 
2 years ago (2016-01-06)
Alarman 2011 How can you talk to someone like that if you are supposley trying to change and go to church? And if this really your daughter she is finding you for a reason showing you she truly cares. Yes why it's easy to give in to the bad things drugs alcohol, sex, etc... But in the end that will take us no where... Why not turn around and be a man of god. That is why you most like have had a dream of the Dev** the man down stairs because your giving such negative vibes as I can read in the comments.
You need to change leave the past in the past a child is not a thing to have later to be abandoned and especially not to be treated bad. Once a father always a father no matter what.
I never had my father growing up so it's hurtful to see how a father talks to his own daughter that way. God wants us to rejoyce to forgive one another and to love each other. Don't you know this is what the devil wants he wants you to be full of hatred and evil to hate others and to pull your self away from god... But he you can prove him wrong be a better man forgive and forget live for jesus christ, be a great dad, a loving grandfother and a great husband.
It does not take much time to a better man, you just need to want it as much as other people want you to be a great man. It's hurtful very hurtful to say you wouldn't want your own daughter with you when you die. What kind of person says that to her own child. Family is all that we have in this world friends come and go girl friends come and go but family and god are always there not matter what.

Know instead of worying how to run from you daughter which she seems great and loving connect with her forgive each other. Neal to god and say your prayers of forgiveness that no matter how bad you've been god always loves you. Woun't you love to have a family? Woudn't you love to be a grandpa. Going over to there house having a good time a great laughts with your loved one. Well suck up that pride if yours and turn to good not bad that one day you will be thankful you did.
I wish your daugher much luck and I hope that one day you will change and you will grow to love each other. Your won flesh and blood should not be treated this way. I hope you can find the light of god and that god might be able to rescue you from what ever malice is running your life. GOOD LUCK.
kswartz (3 posts)
 
3 years ago (2015-01-14)
I wasn't being mean or nasty. I love you. Even when you threaten me. I have family members on your friend's list and word travels. If you wouldn't have used me as a subject in your post I wouldn't have bothered you. What you do with your life is my business. You are my father-my bloodline. I haven't been sending you messages, though I have received the ones you have sent my husband on Facebook. As for my husband, he is has been trained in combatives. Wrestling is a sport, not child molestation. He is an amazing, God fearing man. There has never been one ounce of suspicion on my part when it comes to him... And I am hyper vigilant to it.
Like I said, that post came from love. You may not like the way it looks, but that IS my life story and you played a vital role.
I love you, Dad.
alarmman2011 (guest)
 
3 years ago (2015-01-13)
Kswartz you have serious issues. The only way you even seen this story is by stalking me. Stay out of my life. All you want is to cause problems. Do you really think you are a good person? STop posting stop sending me messages when I do pass away I will make sure you won't be around me even then. All you want is drama. What I do with my life is not your concern. You don't know me at all the things I could do what I'm capable of you have no clue Quit while you are ahead. I'm sick of your crap. Stay out of my life. Take down your nasty post stop being cruel unless you want a full taste of what I can deliver. You have beautiful babies a nice family be happy enjoy them while you can you never know from one day to the next. Here today gone tomorrow.
kswartz (3 posts)
 
3 years ago (2015-01-05)
Hey alarmman! Funny thing is, I have a similar story to this one... The highway, the vehicle breaking down, the taxi... But very different. You see, in 1993, I was four... I was born in September of 1989, just like your daughter. So, your daughter was 4 not 6 at the time of this story. This is a rather moving story if I don't say so myself.
Too bad it didn't happen that way.
At four, the little girl in the story wouldn't have been scared because of a car breaking down on the highway.
I'll tell you what she was scared of though-her daddy.
She was scared of the drugs he used, the angry outbursts, the yelling and screaming. She was scared of the woman he invited into her safety zone for sexual relations and the children that woman brought with her-the kids that played with her toys. She was scared of the gun he left on the counter, for the hole he put in the wall, for the phone he ripped out of the wall. She was scared of the many phone calls from jail talking about visions from God. She couldn't associate God with the relationship she had with you... God wouldn't put her through so much pain.
She was scared of the stalking. She was scared when you chased her, her Mommy, brother, and stepdad around in your car. She was scared when you busted into her house, busted out her stepdad's car windows. She was scared when she had to console him after a drinking binge because he was crying that her Mommy left him. She was scared to watch him stumble across the floor. She was scared from the many names he called her from prison, the threats of violence, the litany of "You're just like your mother"s.
SHE WAS REALLY SCARED WHEN HER FATHER TOOK HER UPON HIS LAP AT THE TENDER AGE OF 8 AND SLIT HIS WRISTS, BLOOD SPILLING ALL OVER HER PRETTY LITTLE OUTFIT. Actually, she still has nightmares about that one.
She was scared when she watched him choke his girlfriend in a fit of rage. She was scared when had to sleep on the kitchen floor because she was vomiting from being so traumatized because of watching that. She was scared that she would never see her siblings again.
That fear followed the little girl in this story into adulthood. She started using drugs, CUTTING, and attempting suicide. She was lost... And why wouldn't she be? She got herself a boyfriend who beat her until she lost the child she was carrying. Where was her father in all of this? Still using drugs, still drinking, still harassing her.
She grew up and got married to a great person, but she struggled to even be happy.
More than anything, she was scared of denial. Denial that what she felt and experienced that contributed so much to who she was wasn't real. She was afraid to be called a drama queen, to be told that it was all her mother's fault, to be told that she isn't worth the loving guidance of a father. She was afraid to be told that what happened was HER fault somehow. That she was bad, unworthy and that's why she grew up so miserable.

If you haven't already figured it out, DAD, I'm your daughter. You didn't even know my age. In 1993, I was four. FOUR. FoUr. Four. Not six.

I love you. I love you and I don't even know why. I seek your approval even when I shouldn't. If making up a story about me and somehow relating it to a higher being is what keeps you going in life, then I will gladly play into that for you.

If you take anything away from what I am saying, take this.
I am fantastic. I am a loving mother, wife, sister, friend, and daughter. I am driven, silly, and I care DEEPLY about EVERYTHING. I am not a b****. I am not a drama queen. I am not just like my mother. I am like Kristi. Me. No one else. I have taken my experiences and used them as protective factors. I am growing into an adult and this journey is so hard without you there... And it's even harder with you there.
I know you have a long history with drug and alcohol abuse. I know you through my experiences with you. I am sure there are some great memories of good times, but I have been so traumatized by my childhood, large chunks are missing. I cannot tell you things about my childhood that most children look upon fondly. Please know that no matter what you say, I know who I am. I know who I am because of and in spite of you.
Get help. Get help because you deserve to take care of you. Be honest about what you are doing. Be honest about the drugs you are putting inside of your body, the rage and anger issues you have. Be honest about why you feel the need to lash out at those you are supposed to protect.
I believe that if you could control yourself, you would. I know that you have problems that will take you a lifetime to dig out of. Stop making excuses for yourself. Stop lying to yourself. You need to be in counseling.
When you are ready to lead a healthy lifestyle, I will be there to get to know you as the father you can and are supposed to be.

My prayer is that day will come before you or I pass away.
quixoticqt (1 stories) (16 posts)
 
6 years ago (2011-09-30)
Incredible story! I was on the edge of my seat reading this story all the way through! Very well written. Thank you for sharing your experience.

❤ qt
Libra1 (1 stories) (35 posts)
+1
7 years ago (2011-05-02)
Thank you so much for sharing such a great experience! I absolutely love to hear of these experiences! I have also had many experiences that cannot be explained. When one happens I smile and thank God for giving me it ❤
alarmman2011 (guest)
+1
7 years ago (2011-03-17)
Thanks! I don't think any would ever doubt our creator that had this experience. I have had a lot of other simular spiritual experiences I plan to share in the near future. Thank you for taking time to read this sincerely Alarmman2011
NaturalScience (3 stories) (110 posts)
+2
7 years ago (2011-03-15)
Whoah! This is like a well written X Factor T.V. Story! I nevertheless believe this one is real, you haven't invented it.
I wonder whether any human being on Earth having seen such a great intervention from above would be able to still disbelieve in God... And I wish that many, many people get the chance to meet with the Supernatural in similar ways, so that the crude materialism of our time which for example calls humans a mere ape species shall finally be abolished.

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