MY BEST GUESS IS THAT ABOUT THREE MINUTES HAD ELAPSED. I awoke to a surreal din of extraneous audio, a cacophony of murmurs, cars, and even the wind echoing and blending together like the elements of a great soundtrack that had yet to be mixed.

It was very much the stuff of fantasies, and as the darkness slowly lifted, I was still confused and disoriented. Amid the shock and the jumble of thoughts, however, I didn’t realize that I was lucky to be alive.

So many times in my life, perhaps too often to recall, the Angels have been at my side. I have been saved countless times and lived through events I never dreamt possible —and in each case, I felt the hand of a powerful presence beside me.

One such incident came as a young man in my twenties as I returned from a Halloween party. It was late, somewhere around three in the morning, and as I made my way from the party, I approached an entrance ramp to the Expressway outside Boston. After a few seconds I approached a car — on fire and blocking the entrance ramp.

I panicked for a few seconds. Was there someone in the car unconscious or injured? I parked 50 yards away from the burning Chevy and approached the car cautiously.

I wrapped my hands in some rags and inched my way forward. . .frightened but just ignorant enough to continue. As I reached the car, I opened the drivers’ side door and backed off quickly, which allowed some of the smoke from inside the vehicle to dissipate in the chilly October air. Then I lunged into the front seat, yelling “Is anyone in here? Is anyone HERE?” I began by feeling around the front seat and floor, flailing my arms about like a mad man. The smoke and flames were awful, and quickly drove me back outside. I retreated ten feet, took a deep breath and dove into the backseat, frantically searching again.

I found no one, but I did hear a voice saying, “Get out NOW” and I obliged.

As I walked back to my car, coughing and wiping my eyes, the car exploded like something out of Hollywood pyrotechnics display.

That Halloween eve, I was dressed as Clark Kent — but on that night, Superman didn’t rescue anyone. The suit was ruined, singed by fire and smoke, but I had been saved — again.

It is one of probably two dozen times I can recall feeling a spiritual presence directing me away from or warning me of imminent danger.

IN JULY OF 2008, it happened again. I looked up at a dark gray sky, still groggy and filled with ethereal visions, when I heard my son’s voice. I was floating, it seemed, when a wisp of his voluminous hair drifted into my periphery.

“Dad,” he said. “DAD!”

The fact that I had awakened at all had not yet dawned on me, but I felt beautifully calm.

“DAD,” Gabe said again, more determined than ever to get a response. Finally, I could see him clearly and realized what had just happened. I was being loaded into an ambulance.

We had just been in an accident. . .forced into an unmarked, elongated pit. The two of us were on my beloved Yamaha 180cc motor scooter. I had successfully slowed down the bike — well aware of my precious cargo on the back — and had skillfully navigated the road that had engulfed us on the last 100 feet of our journey.

As we hit the back of the pit, I was catapulted from the scooter. My son, as any father would have planned it, landed on top of me, suffering only from some road rash on his forearm and some bruises.

As I lay in the hospital awaiting yet another MRI, the immensity of my good fortune began to overpower the physical pain I felt. I was alone in the room and had no idea that tears were streaming down my cheeks as the nurse entered the room.

“Ohhhh…” she said with obvious sensitivity. “You must be in a lot of pain right now.”

“I am,” I answered. “But I am just so grateful that my son is all right.”

I have rarely been a fearful person, but today I am much less afraid than I used to be. The process of wounding can awaken us to our strength — if we are willing to examine life through the lens of our Blessings, not our challenges. A life- threatening event can re-shuffle our values, and what emerges from our soul searching is scarcely about anything material.

It’s never about perfection or power — or the politics at work. For me, it’s always about love; whom we cherish and whom we can touch.

Knowing that we are vulnerable — and that our time here is limited — we’re free to choose a different path for ourselves. We’re free to live more passionately and to question what’s worth fighting for and who we really are in this world.

To me, our real strength lies buried in the depths of the wounds we have survived. It could be a tragic death, or it could be a divorce, but it need not take a life-threatening event to pursue a more meaningful life.

This time around, all it took for me was to see the wisp of my Gabe’s hair floating by as I was having a conversation with Angels. As I left their embrace, they whispered, “there is more to do.”

And so I thanked God for my son — and for my life — so very grateful that my path was illuminated so long ago.

11 COMMENTS $manage-tooltip$
Radiate Soul Light said…
Oh Sweet Angel Kevin, in those moments when Angel’s wings brushed your BEingness in LOVE and Light, it was YOU, in the ALL of YOUr Truth, Blessing YOU!
YOU are the Angel of Mercy, Guidance, Awareness, Love, Compassion, Peace and so much more!! 

We are the gods and goddesses to whom so many pray- erroneously believing another will come to save their day, when in TRUTH, it is WE, who ARE the Angels, Gods and Goddesses with the infinite divine powers to BE the BEautiFull BEings of Light and LOVE, such are THEE :O)
May the BEauty of YOUr LOVing BEingness ALLways Bless YOU in such Miraculous TRUTH.
Thank YOU so much for sharing in such personal moments of such inspiring LOVE!!
Blessedly BE
Radiate Soul Light

04:48 PM
Dear Radiate: 

Thank YOU so much for sharing your feelings and insights with this humble writer.

Whether we are part of the All, whether it is an Act of God or self-preservation, I cannot say. I write what I am guided by intuition to write…and certainly pray that others find some meaning in my words.

I am so grateful to you for your kind blessings and loving support of my work. It means a great deal to me!

Be well,

04:49 PM
msvicky said…

Thank you for your stories of personal inspiration. Everyone may take away something different, yet lead to the introspection they may need to gain strength in their lives.

A dear friend gave me a book several years ago, Streams in the Desert, which is filled with writings & scripture. A particular bookmarked page for me talks about the sweetest joys in life coming from the fruits of sorrow and how human nature seems to need suffering to make it it fit to be a blessing to the world.

Although we all may suffer trials in this life we can decide to take the path of listening and applying the strength and blessing we gain to enrich our spirits and those around us. Thank you again for sharing this in your writing.


09:50 PM
dear msvicky: 

you are a very wise woman. THANK YOU for your lovely response to ANGELS and AIRWAVES. You are correct that it is my great hope that others will read my work and then examine the words within the context of their own lives.

it is a blessing to have your thoughts and feelings expressed here. I thank you….and hope you do so often!


09:51 PM
HerbNewborg said… 


I am sitting here in tears after reading the account of the accident in July.

I am so glad to hear that you were blessed, as your work has blessed the lives of so many others, with a hedge of protection around your son.

I hope you have fully recovered from whatever injury you sustained.

May God continue to bless you and yours,

10:52 PM
Kevin P. Miller said…

You are so very kind to share your thoughts with me regarding ANGELS and AIRWAVES. Your words touch me personally because they are living verification that my God-given instincts are right on the mark.

If I could request one thing of you, it would be to “pass it forward,” and share your kindness with someone in need.

But then, my instincts tell me that you are ALREADY doing so. Thanks again for your kindness. I truly appreciate it!

Be well,


10:54 PM
Heidi Ohlander said… 


What a beautiful post.

Sometimes in chaotic moments we call life we can learn how to live more meaningful lives.

I know I have had more insight in the purpose in my life in the past two weeks than I have had in the past two years. Same mission, same purpose, but now with more intensity and passion than ever before.

May the Angels be watching over both of us, and anyone reading this comment.

And to the Angels: Thanks for the nice thoughts you’re whispering in my dreams, but don’t take me yet. I still have work to do.

~ Heidi

10:55 PM
Kevin P. Miller said… 

Amen, Heidi. Amen.

Thanks for writing!


10:56 PM
For some reason , after meeting you last Wednesday, I felt compelled and propelled with curiosity to learn more about you and to do some investigating regarding the “written account” of the ‘accident’ you had described to me. With informational tidbits and the power of google at my disposal, it did’nt take long for me to find this.       Wow.  I had suspected that you were not one of those people who run about caling themselves “writers”. I see you have the chops to back it up and I am not really surprised. This is a very touching piece. Sooooo  pleased that  “there is more to do”. 

Peace and blessings,
(p.s. such lovely commentsfrom all – Angels and Airwaves indeed).

11:32 PM
Hi MT: 

So glad you found me — and this story in particular. I am so pleased you enjoyed it.  Since you have not ‘put your feet in the water’ and decided to write, well, it is a great joy to proclaim that you will find yourself blessed every time you sit down to do so.

Writing is salve for the soul — and you seem to have a good soul already. Enjoy yourself, let it flow, and please stay in touch often!

Be well,

12:25 AM
“…our real strength lies buried in the depths of the wounds we have survived.” 

Kevin, beautiful words… that definitely spoke to ME! I guess I’m “lucky” that I haven’t had the life-threatening experiences you have but I feel a kinship with your fearlessness, on an emotional level. The wounds that have ripped my heart open are what have given me a new capacity for love.

Thank you for sharing.

03:00 PM

About kevinpmiller

Kevin P. Miller is an international award winning Writer, Producer and Director whose films THE PROMISED LAND, THE WAR WITHIN, KIDS IN CRISIS and more have won numerous international Film and Television awards. His latest international award-winner is called LETTERS from GENERATION Rx, narrated by Academy Award winning actress Tilda Swinton. Another two-time Academy Award winner, Paul Haggis, called Miller's 2008 documentary GENERATION RX "a powerful and often chilling eye-opener." Miller is featured in "The Dangerous Man," a book by noted UK author Karen Sawyer.
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