Angels Saved My Son’s Life

"Angels saved my son's life" by Melanie Jean Juneau (

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 Scripture and Tradition proclaim the reality of angels:

CCC 329 St. Augustine says: “‘Angel’ is the name of their office, not of their nature. If you seek the name of their nature, it is ‘spirit’; if you seek the name of their office, it is ‘angel’: from what they are, ‘spirit’, from what they do, ‘angel.'”188 With their whole beings the angels are servants and messengers of God. Because they “always behold the face of my Father who is in heaven” they are the “mighty ones who do his word, hearkening to the voice of his word”.189

CCC 330 As purely spiritual creatures angels have intelligence and will: they are personal and immortal creatures, surpassing in perfection all visible creatures, as the splendor of their glory bears witness.190

The Angels belong to Christ they are messengers of his saving plan since creation and throughout the history of salvation. CCC 334 The whole life of the Church benefits from the mysterious and powerful help of angels.

CCC 336 From its beginning until death, human life is surrounded by their watchful care and intercession.202 “Beside each believer stands an angel as protector and shepherd leading him to life.”203 Already here on earth the Christian life shares by faith in the blessed company of angels and men united in God.

I found out just how close angels are to people a decade ago when my son was in a serious car accident:

The phone call comes on a Saturday night.

I listen to the police in shocked silence.

“Your son has been in a serious car accident.”

“No, we have not ascertained the extent of his injuries.”

“We did use the jaws of life to extract your son and his girlfriend from the vehicle.”

“No, I told you, I cannot tell you the extent of his injuries but if you head over to Trauma 1 at the Civic, they will give you an update.”

“All I can tell you is it seems that the vehicle did flip end over end and then barrel-rolled down into a ditch filled with water.”

“Off the record, I will say that in 25 years of service, I have never seen a car look as bad as his does and not have someone dead on arrival.”

Sheer heart-stopping panic grips me. I can hardly breathe and my heart is pounding. We pass his car on the side of the highway. Spotlights, a crane, the car is on a flat-bed trailer, every side crushed, dented. It looks like a giant has taken a baseball bat and swung about a hundred times. All I can think is,

“If the car is that bashed and dented, how is our son who is only flesh and blood and breakable bones?”

At the hospital, the emergency room nurse ushers us into Trauma 1 at the Civic Hospital,

“Well, you might as well just walk in and look around. This is Trauma 1. As you can see, we were ready for the worst-case scenario.”

Daniel stands at a sink, washing the blood off his face and arms by himself!

I looked at my son.

I slowly turn to look at the emergency room nurse, then at my husband.

I am shaking. My mouth drops open.

“If you had been here when Daniel arrived, you would have seen the entire team. As you can see, this young man does not even have a broken pinkie finger. If his seat belt hadn’t been buckled up 10 seconds before, he would have been ejected from the car through the front windshield. You should have heard the doctor ranting and lecturing when she heard that he had barely clicked his seat buckle closed. She kept telling your son how lucky he is. His girlfriend is an angel. She literally saved his life.”

Daniel is white. His face is drained of all colour and he is covered in blood.

“Not mine, mum. Erica got a cut on her forehead and bled all over me. Ma, I should be dead. I should be dead!! If Erica hadn’t bugged me, my seat belt wouldn’t even have been done up yet.”

Later that night, as my husband prayed, he had an inner vision of angels catching the car as it rolled. That is the only practical explanation for us.

Angels ARE Real

Angels’ deeds are more than simply the stuff of legends, children’s bedtime tales, wishful thinking or fantasies of illiterate, ancient minds.

If you close your mind to these messengers of God, they sit like gold in a bank, useless unless we give them permission to act.

Some may never see with earthly eyes these heavenly beings or know that they exist. Many are unaware of the numerous ways they have protected and guided us.

Copyright 2017 Melanie Jean Juneau


About Author

Melanie Jean Juneau is a mother of nine children who blogs at joy of nine9. Her writing is humorous and heart-warming; thoughtful and thought-provoking. Part of her call and her witness is to write the truth about children, family, marriage and the sacredness of life. Melanie is the administrator of ACWB, the Editor in Chief at CatholicLane, CatholicStand, Catholic365 , CAPC & author of Echoes of the Divine.


  1. Mario Armosini on

    S’Agostino ne parla nel suo trattato sulla Trinità, nel mio blog ho trascritto gran parte, non ho esaurito la trascrizione, per mancanza di tempo, a breve lo farò, così potrai ricavare le parti più interessanti.

  2. An amazing story – your family and your stories about them brings me such hope. Thank God for his safety!

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