When I was 11 my Russian mother was very abusive to me when she was drunk which she was mostly all the time. I had to run away from home when she was drunk so she wouldn't abuse me. But during the times I was unable to run away I was saved by angels. The night she was straddling me and trying to bend my legs the other way to break them so I wouldn't run away but since she couldn't succeed she started to choke me with her hands. It was between 2 and 3 in the morning and as I started to see her image slowly fade away on top of me; I knew I was getting ready to die. I started to become weaker and no longer had the strength to try to fight her off. I was accepting that those were my last images I will ever see again. As I started to fade away I heard the door bell ringing loud and clear. But who could be visiting us at such late hour? My mother sprang up to go answer the door and while she had her hand on the door to open it I gathered the last bit of my strength to get up because I was in a flight mode. As I headed toward the door that she still had her hand on I realized I was looking at a young man just standing there. As soon as we made eye contact he nodded at me. I felt we communicated without words. I could hear his thoughts and he could hear mine. He said telepathically to me the word "NOW" and as soon as I understood him I ducked underneath my mothers arm that was still holding the door open. He was talking to her in few words I could not comprehend. As I turned to run down the three steps out of the apartment building she started to run after me. When I turned back to see how close she was catching up to me I realized the man she was talking to was not there anymore. And during this time everything was happening in slow motion which was only 3-5 seconds long in real time. As my mother caught up to me and was about to grab me by my arm a thin hole in the concrete wall appeared from the ceiling all the way down to the floor. I saw it and all I could do was slip my tiny skinny body through it. The opening seemed to be only a foot wide. I didn't know in my panic if I was going to fit through there but I was in flight mode and everything was happening so fast in seconds time. And once I made it to the other side of that concrete wall I felt my mother's arm clenching mine, trying not to let go until I ripped myself away from her finally. I realized I was standing on a flight of only 5 stair steps that led down into the basement of this 5 story apartment building that we lived in. I slept in that basement that night next to the hot water pipes that kept me warm during the winter night. All awhile I could hear my drunk mother so enraged yelling outside of the building looking for me telling me that no one will save me next time from her. I was only a child who was suppose to be felt protected by her mother, instead I grew up with trust issues because of it. This is just ONE story of many I have to tell. I didn't even know the word GOD back than or ANGELS. But now when I look back on all the times, I see that even though I didn't know God yet, He was always there for me, protecting me and feeding me and taking care of me when no one else did. And I believe He did that for me because He had a GOOD and not evil Plan for me and for my future. And here I am in America in the new land and a new family who really knows how to care and love me. Stay tuned for more of my miraculous stories.