and she had a guardian angel

I have a guardian angel named Rachel. At least that's what the palm-reader at our Grad Night some months back told me. I thought it strange that she'd bring it up randomly during our session. As far as I know, nobody else had been told of their guardians. The woman told me clearly and matter-of-factually that her name is Rachel and that she wants me to know that I can ask things of her. (important things I'm assuming...otherwise I'd have an air-conditioner in my house). I didn't really know what to think of the little red stick figure she'd drawn quickly on my piece of paper to represent Rachel, in fact, it was something I couldn't wrap my mind around. Here's the thing though: I should have been in a car accident by now. Sounds weird and terrible, but there have been too many close calls to call it coincidence and move on. I assure you that I am a safe driver...it's the others on the road. There have been many a time where people have cut me off so closely that my heart raced and the hairs on my arm stood up, times where people come out of nowhere and give me little time to react, or times where someone runs a stop sign, just missing me. In fact, the day I found out about Rachel, I was very nearly and quite remarkably missed by a woman who flew through a stop sign and hit the brakes seconds before hitting me. Each time I find myself in the midst of a close call, I picture Rachel sitting in the passenger's seat and her name come directly to mind. It's weird I know. I probably sound like a nut, but some part of me was re-awakened at the discovery of my Guardian angel. (this was also around the time I questioned faith and all that is mysterious above) I believe she is real, my own personal angel who has probably saved me countless times before and is now just that intangible force that gets me home safe. Thanks Rachel.