I tell you:

I was driving my car on the highway that takes me
home, after an exhausting whole day on duty, the night
had been somewhat strong and of course I had my
regular three-hour break in the morning, but that was
not enough , the body wanted to sleep, I just had to
resist a little more, I still had about a third of the journey
that would last about half an hour, then I would arrive at
the house to finally throw myself into my bed, but the
dream insisted on winning me, so I took my water
sprayer and I got my face, hair and neck a little wet, the
cold on my face helped me and for a few moments I
was driving almost sleepless, more alert, well, I tell you
that up to then I remember before that it could have
been an accident on the highway; When I opened my
eyes, the car was going uncontrollably towards the
island (in Venezuela we call the island the low and long
wall, generally made of cement, which divides a road
from its opposite), well, I barely had time to turn the
wheel to straighten the car But keeping driving became
a practically impossible task, fear took hold of me to
such an extent that I literally started a panic attack, as I
could I tried to go to the right channel, I tried to park and
go out looking for help, I wanted to calm down,
someone give me a paper bag or something to breathe
because I was already quite hyperventilated, there was
a restaurant nearby, I saw people, but it was not
possible to enter due to traffic since I was still on the
fastest channel in the road, but after rolling a little the
place had already been left behind and there was only
the highway and the other vehicles, including the
inevitable and gigantic trucks, the other drivers played
their horns, I don't know if I was going very slow or
what, I can only Say I was making a huge effort to keep
control of the car and obviously mine too, but I had to
get out of there.

As I tried to reach the shoulder, my heart beating fast, I
asked God for help, the highest entity I believe in,
implored him to sit next to me, I remember putting my
trembling hand on the empty seat and asking him to
Accompany, sit there, next to me, I explained that I
could not continue driving the car alone, to take control,
I was living a moment of true terror, without being able
to do anything other than what I was already doing with
enough difficulty , when I suddenly felt that from the
back seat, like someone got up and hugged me, it was
actually a sensation, but I could almost feel his arms, so
much that I put my hand on my shoulder to touch him, I
seemed to feel the pressure of the hug; Imagine, me,
being a person who feels a certain nervousness in
situations of this type, what I felt at that moment was
that little by little the panic went away to give way to the
pleasant relief, which in turn became joy and desire to
cry, so I started to give thanks and more thanks as I
continued to touch my shoulder convinced that I was
touching the arm of that wonderful being who brought
me out of one of the most difficult moments of
emergency in my life, Now I was driving quietly and
laughing happily, I kept giving thanks, I said some
things about what I had just experienced, I spoke to
him, I talked for a long time, happy and "touching his
arm".

When I got home, the least I wanted was to sleep, I was
just thinking about telling that extraordinary experience
to everyone who came across me..