In celebration of today's feast of the Guardian Angels, I'll relate something that happened to me last week. I was riding my bike along a dark road when I hit a patch of gravel. My bike stopped. I didn't. As I was sailing over the handlebars, I felt like someone was telling me to "go to the right," i.e. away from the speeding cars to my left.

Self-preservation instinct? Guardian Angel? We report, you decide....