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I heard from a friend about another incident when a child was the angel who came back to save a life. A taxi driver called Harry had lost his little girl to a rare childhood cancer when she was only seven years old. Three years later, Harry’s taxi was in a multiple pile-up on a motorway.

I saw there had been an accident up ahead and I pushed my foot to the floor and just managed to stop before I hit the cars involved. But no sooner had I come to a standstill than there was a huge jolt as I was shunted from behind and forced into the front two cars, and then the world went black.

Suddenly a face appeared in the blackness, and when I focused I realised it was my daughter Jasmine. She looked beautiful, her blonde hair gleaming and a lovely smile on her face. She was talking to me but it took me a while to make out the words.

‘Daddy, it’s not your time to die. Call for help.’

I couldn’t make sense of it at first so she repeated the words. It was then I remembered about the accident. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps I should call for help. But what I really wanted was to stay there with her.

‘Call for help, Daddy,’ she urged again, and this time I obeyed.

My voice sounded very weak and pathetic when I first tried, so I called again, and suddenly I heard voices breaking through the blackness.

‘I think this one here’s alive,’ a voice said. ‘I’m sure I heard him trying to speak.’

Then I heard another voice. ‘There’s a pulse. It’s very weak but it’s there. Can you hear me, sir?’

I wanted to say yes but I didn’t have the strength. I stayed vaguely aware of what was going on as they used cutting equipment to free me from the wreck of my cab then transferred me onto a stretcher and took me to hospital. I didn’t want to regain full consciousness because while I remained in my semi-conscious state I could feel my daughter was still there, comforting me.

When I came round fully, I was told that the ambulancemen had originally written me off as dead. They wouldn’t have tried to resuscitate me if they hadn’t heard a faint noise coming from my lips. My daughter Jasmine saved my life that day by urging me to call out.

I spoke to Harry on the phone after I heard this story and explained to him that Jasmine is with him all the time, not just when he’s in danger. She’s beside him when he’s driving his cab, at home watching TV and even when he’s asleep. Just because he can’t see her doesn’t mean she’s not there, and he can speak to her any time he likes. Then, when it is his time to die, she will be there waiting for him, ready to take him over to the other side.