Swinging Angel

From: Stacie (sjpringle@mediaone.net)
Story type: Angel
Location: At my old house one summer
Source: Form Submission

Once when I was 8 I was swinging with my brother & my friend. They had gotten thirsty and went in but little did I know the swing I had always played on since I was 3 was messing up. So I had gotten hung on the high swing. I was hanging upside down, screaming my head off! After about 3 minutes of screaming, something told me I would be okay. Then it took my leg and helped me down. So to this day I believe in angels and I'm 11 now. So angel, where ever you are I would like to say I love you and thank you for saving my life, from your friend Stacie!