Road-Angels

I'm convinced God has assigned a legion of Road-Angels specifically to me. Both me and the "interesting" cars I've owned over the years:

They slow me down so that I avoid the guy turning without indicating in front of me, or the one pulling out past traffic to cross the road.
They hold the bonnet of the car down when I'm travelling at speed for an hour on the highway, after the guy at the garage didn't close it properly.
They keep the engine running until I reach a safe place, before it falls apart.
They help me make it to a petrol station before the tank empties completely without a whole lot of warning.
They keep the front wheel from falling off until I'm out of heavy traffic. Same with the gear-stick.
They protect me on the long road between here and Johannesburg, alone with a small child in a dodgy car that only miracles keep going.
They make the speeding drunk driver crash into a wall instead of me. They make sure that when I am in an accident my son is not with me, but safe with his grandparents. They prevent me being killed in the accident, and make sure I was wearing a seatbelt.
They shake their heads and place their protective arms around me as a young stupid me "dices" a friend at 3 in the morning on the highway, with no lights on, travelling 220km/hr in a borrowed car.

I do not have sufficient words of thanks for what God's angels have done to protect me. I'm sure they'll tell me of many times I didn't even know I was protected one day. For now I'm drawing up a list to ask what might have happened if they weren't there...