I was driving down the road on my way to the corner grocery store, when all of a sudden a young boy popped out of no where and was hit by my car. I immediately stopped and rushed out of my car to check on him. But when i looked for him, i realized he was gone. I ran back to my car to grab my cell phone, when suddenly the boy was sitting in the passenger seat. I looked at him, then I closed my eyes and looked at him again. I couldnt believe it, how was it possible, my mind couldnt believe what had happened. Then i asked him if he was ok and he said," im fine, but so are you." I placed my head on the steering wheel and closed my eyes. I was trying to gather my thoughts, and when i raised my head back up i realized that the boy was gone. I wasnt sure if i had fell asleep or what. So i continued on my journey to the grocery store, but the store had burst into the flames. I asked what had happened and i was told that a bomb had gone off. On the top of the burning building I seen the little boy who i had hit with my car. He smiled and then he dissapeared.

So now i ask of you, what was the little boy, and what do you think the story means. Peace --- Ghetto John

That's obvious.

The little boy was your Guardian Angel.  He knew you would stop if you accidentally hit someone, thereby preventing you from being at the store when the bomb went off.


I have heard this story many times.  Sometimes the person being hit by the car is a little girl, or an elderly person, or even a dog or cat.

The destination is not always a store.  Sometimes the storyteller is on the way home.

The oldest version I have heard dates back to WWII.  The storyteller's home was hit by enemy bombs.  I have heard both a German version and a British one.

you hit the nail right on the head xena