Angel

From: Anonymous
Story type: Angel
Location: Winfield, Illinois
Source: Form Submission

When the Gulf War broke out, my younger brother was in the Navy, and was sent to Kuwait. Eventhough he was in the Navy, he was a medic, so he was stationed with Marines and had already been sent to Saudi Arabia, as close to the fighting as a person could be. My whole family was distraught. My mother was inconsolable. I was in college at the time, and decided to stay home a few weeks to be with her. One night, after watching a particularly scary play by play on CNN, I went upstairs to my room. I was crying and upset. I decided to pray to God to protect my brother. As I was doing this, I felt a hand on my upper arm give me a reassuring squeeze, and an overwhelming sense that everything was going to be alright came over me. I told my mother and my sisters about it and we all felt better. My brother came home and has been fine. He was in Kuwait City, but never even saw an Iraqi soldier.