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I was a passenger in a gnarly car wreck. First off, I had the most intense deja vu right before the crash - enough so that I adjusted my seat, sat up straight, and closed my eyes; as ready as I would ever be for the impact that came next. After our nearly head-on collision, my door was crimped shut so I had to climb up on my seat and jump out of the busted window to get out. As I was jumping out, someone reached out and grabbed my hand (as you would if helping someone down a large step). I took it without a second thought. They steadied me enough that I landed on my feet despite my badly battered knees and legs. Later I learned that no one else had been there at that time (the other occupant I had to drag out of the car as he had a broken hip). Who or what held my hand? I like to think some sort of guardian.

What was your experience? I was a passenger in a gnarly car wreck. First off, I had the most intense deja vu right before the crash - enough so that I adjusted my seat, sat up straight, and closed my eyes; as ready as I would ever be for the impact that came next. After our nearly head-on collision, my door was crimped shut so I had to climb up on my seat and jump out of the busted window to get out. As I was jumping out, someone reached out and grabbed my hand (as you would if helping someone down a large step). I took it without a second thought. They steadied me enough that I landed on my feet despite my badly battered knees and legs. Later I learned that no one else had been there at that time (the other occupant I had to drag out of the car as he had a broken hip). Who or what held my hand? I like to think some sort of guardian.

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[–] • 6 pts

Several. The very first one was when I was about 3. I was riding my bike across a busy street (it was the 70s, so of course a 3 year old would be riding their bike around the neighborhood by themself). I didn't check left or right, just went. I heard a pickup truck coming and just pedaled faster. I got across the street and heard screeching brakes, and didn't think anything of it. The driver got out of the truck crying, he thought he had killed me. Someone called my mom who came running, tears down her face. She hugged me and asked me how I made it across the street. I calmly told her "an angel saved me". I had never been to church and didn't know what an angel was.

[–] • 2 pts

I think quantum death/immortality/suicide may be related.

[–] • 1 pt

I have always wondered about that. A lot of the time when it happens, I get this strong gut feeling and I just get the hell out of the area. The most memorable one is when I was in high school and I managed to decide to leave school right after it ended, go out a different door than I usually do, take a different route home based on a deja vu and a feeling. I learned the next day that a guy I had run into almost a year earlier (and was going to fight because I was going out with his ex girl friend at the time) had been on roids and bulking up for almost a year before coming back after me with a few car loads of friends.

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[–] • 2 pts

Same thing happened to me in 71' cept the fucker hit me. Da fuk was my angel? Amazing story. Did you actually see something or was it a feeling?

[–] • 1 pt

I didn't see anything, I just felt comfortable, relaxed and safe. When I started pedaling hard, it felt like the bike was moving faster than it should, like when you go down a steep hill and your pedaling does nothing. The driver only saw me for a split second before I vanished from his view under the hood.

This may be related, maybe not. When my mom was about the same age, she did get hit by a truck. She remembers standing and looking down at her body on the ground, the driver crying, people on the sidewalk crying. A woman came up to her and put her hand on my moms shoulder and told her "you have to go back, it is not your time and you have things to do". So my mom laid down into her body, closed her eyes and then when she opened them, she had control of her body and was looking up at the driver, who turned super white. He drove my mom home and her parents beat her ass for getting hit by the truck. When it happened to me, my mom didn't even yell at me. She told me that she is happy that I was ok, but they did hand my bike up on a hook in the garage where I couldn't reach it for a month.