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In this instance a woman called Margaret, who lives in Cumbria, was saved from a horrible accident by her father.

It was a bitterly cold day in March and I was walking my two young sons to school. We were wrapped up warmly but still the driving sleet stung our faces. We stopped at a newsagent’s and I picked up a newspaper while the boys got a packet of crisps each. It was a relief to reach the warmth of the school, but then I faced the prospect of the journey home again. I decided to catch a bus back but I waited and waited at the stop without any sign of one so eventually I realised I would have to walk again.

There were some tiny lambs in the field opposite the newsagent’s so I thought I would go and have a look, worried about how they were coping with the freezing weather. I was about to step off the pavement when I heard my father’s voice just by my right ear: ‘Go and buy a paper.’ Dad had died twelve years earlier. I shook my head. It was silly. I already had a paper that I’d bought earlier. Disregarding the voice, I stepped into the road to cross over.

The voice was angry now. ‘Do as you’re bloody well told. Go and buy a paper!’

I’d never argued with my father when he was alive and I wasn’t about to start now he was dead, so I turned and went back to the newsagent’s. I’d just bent down to pick up a Daily Mail when there was a screech of brakes outside and then an almighty clattering sound.

The newsagent and I rushed out to find that a lorry had skidded and a huge pile of girders strapped on the back had come loose and fallen off onto the pavement at exactly the spot where I had been planning to stand and watch the lambs. I was so shaken, I sat down on the kerb, sleet or no sleet. Dad had saved my life.

Once my heart had stopped racing, I went back inside to pay for my Daily Mail. When I got home and opened it, between the pages there was a white feather and I felt instinctively that was a sign from Dad telling me he’d been there.

Finding a tiny white feather after an angel visitation is quite common. It’s like a little calling card from the other side. I’ll explain more about this on page 98.