When my youngest son was 18 months old we were at a family reunion at a country club. The group area was separated from the main area by a creek and a thick row of fir trees. My older son had to go to restroom so I left my younger son with my sister. She did not hear me ask her to watch him. He wandered off throughout the fir tree. He fell face first into the creek.

A jogger picked him up out of the creek before he drown and brought him over a bridge and around the fir trees right up to my mother. When we turned to thank him, he was gone. No one ever saw him leave.

We don't know how he know where to bring my son. There was another group much closer then our group but he ignored them and brought my son right over to us. Also he took him right to my mother. All we can say is it was our angel. My son is now 10 years old and loves telling people about his guardian angel.