School was out on this blizzard day in 1996. I had walked with a friend to the Giant to get some food and supplies, so we could hunker down, watch movies and eat good food while stuck in the dorm rooms. While we were heading back, the sidewalk next to the highway Rt. 13 was very icy and in attempt to avoid putting my foot in a patch of icy snow thigh-high, I accidentally slipped on another patch of ice and fell into the street. As I was falling toward the right into oncoming traffic, time seemed to slow down to like something out of a slow motion part of a movie.
I remember the initial shock, then thinking to myself, "This is IT!" I remember clearly that I thought I was going to die because a blue truck was coming toward me and I couldn't seem to get up in time. In fact I believe it was impossible. At the same time, as soon as I thought, "this is it," I felt a peace and warmth that I had felt prior in my life when I was living more piously. I had since severely backslid and was living in sin. I knew it was the Holy Spirit or Jesus. While I felt the peace and warmth come over me, I still saw the vehicle coming my way, but I heard a voice to my right side as clear as day say, "Kelly you are going to be okay... You will be okay Kelly"
In an instant, I was on my feet, regained my balance beside, not on the curb and the vehicle hit my forearm and I knocked the mirror off the vehicle. The sound was so loud that my companion, was startled and didn't even see my plight. I guess he was in his own world, but he noticed the mirror hanging off the truck and said, "What happened." I told him, but he didn't believe me. He was an atheist, hopefully he has found Christ now, but he was an atheist when I knew him. Anyway, the vehicle kept going and didn't stop. It was a hit and run.
On that highway, cars usually go 30-45 miles an hour and it was snowing heavily that day. Also, another thing was that at that time I was a vegetarian and I was very thin and muscular. I bruised easily, but there was no sign of bruising and I went on to work at the cafeteria that night and throw at least a hundred pizzas. Everytime I get discouraged and the spirit of doubt and unbelief try to harm me, I remember the voice and this experience that I am sharing with you. When I have time, I will write another experience I had with the voice, but this one is the best experience yet that was tangible to me.