In 1991. I was suicidal and desperate to leave an abusive marriage. I'd already attempted suicide twice. I'm not a believer of a particular dogma, but I prayed for two solid hours hours. My bottle of pilld was in my hand. I prayed to sn unseen and not certain-I-believed-in an angel to save me. Whatever yhe reality, I felt a calming presence, a love. I sheared this at my 12-step meeting. It is important that I add the fact that I was clean and sober for nearly one year at this time. My fellow 12-step members simply accepted this as another of many grace filled moments we are blessed with. In spite of the fact that this occurred over 10 years ago, I hope I will never forget my angelic salvation.
credit- The big book of angels.