Seeing as this is my year of Woo Woo, I thought I’d dig a bit deeper into the Woo Woo in my life. So, for the next seven days, I’ll be posting about some of my previous experiences of Woo Woo.

As a kid raised Catholic, I had a strong belief in angels and miracles. And God.

My mother told me that I had a guardian angel. Everyone has one, she said. I assumed it to be true.

I remember one time playing with some friends in their back yard.

Their back door opened onto a raised mound that sloped down on all sides to the lawn. It was a mini hill in their back yard.

We were playing around running up it and down it.

As I was about to run down the hill, I tripped. My momentum carried me so that I flipped over.

And was going to land headfirst onto the ground. At a fast speed.

I felt “something” tuck my head gently towards my chest. It felt like a hand.

A gentle touch, guiding my head into a roll.

I landed on my shoulder and back, instead of my head.

That was weird, I thought.

It was my guardian angel, I assumed. Making sure I didn’t break my neck.

Another time, I came home from a friend’s house. I had to go to the bathroom.

Badly.

The door was locked.

I checked the driveway. The car wasn’t there.

I banged on the door. No response.

No one was home.

It was the middle of the day, and I didn’t feel like I could go to the bathroom outside.

I banged on the door some more. In the futile hope that someone was home and hadn’t heard me before.

“Please, God. Open the door.” I prayed silently.

I gave the door another shove. With my full body.

The door opened and I fell inside on to the floor.

Immediately, I looked up at the door. The lock bolt was still out.

But the door wasn’t broken. And the hole the bolt went into was still intact.

I marveled at it for a second.

And then I went to the bathroom. Because I had to go!

I’m sure people can find all kinds of explanations for what happened. But for me, it was an early foray into the land of Woo Woo.