Admittedly, I had a little too much to drink and was over tired when way past midnight, I set out on my 40-mile journey home from an evening at my friend’s home.

Catastrophically, sleep overwhelmed me whilst I was driving at 90 mph. When I recovered my senses, my car was careening through the grass and heavy foliage of a motorway embankment and heading straight for a line of mature trees. It was curtains.

Bellowing, I dragged the wheel before the car crashed into one of several trees. The hurtling saloon then spun back down the embankment and returned at velocity back onto the motorway.

Hitting the tarmac hard, the out-of-control car continually spun from one side of the motorway to the other without going off the motorway again or hitting the barriers.

After about half a kilometre, the car stopped, and the engine died. With its lights out on an unlit road, I was facing oncoming traffic. Oncoming drivers could have no expectation of a disabled, unlit car in the darkness of the highway.

Instinctively, I turned the ignition key and the car’s engine sprang into life. In a state of numbed shock, I made it home.

MIRACLE: As a regular user of that motorway, I ever afterwards searched diligently for the gap in the roadway through which my out-of-control speeding car had left the lane.

Then, maybe one or two hundred meters had raced down the embankment, where it catapulted back onto the darkened highway.

Confounded. There were steel barriers or deep ditches along the entire road. There were no gaps where even a bike could have got through.

So, where and how did the car go off the highway, up the embankment and descend like a rocket back onto the highway without encountering a barrier, a ditch or a tree?

From that day 25 years ago, I firmly believe that I was saved by an unseen hand.

If in my long, adventurous life that dreadful incident had been a one-off, it might be dismissed as simply luck.

However, this near catastrophe that would and should have certainly ended my life that night was just one of at least twenty similar miracles from which I unerringly escaped with my life unscathed. I had much work to do during this period of mortality.

Each of us is soul-bound to periods of mortality during which we carry gifts for humanity. If we fail to discover or act on these gifts, then a guardian angel becomes superfluous.

I have long contended that when my soul eventually departs, which it will, then my Guardian Angel is going to throw the biggest party in her life and deservedly so. Michael Walsh. Let readers know what you think

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