Every once in a blue moon someone writes a book the whole family can share and enjoy. A story that gives everyone a chance to voice his or her own opinion about the probabilities. It is also a story that allows you to walk a mile in someone else’s shoes before you pass judgment on them. Hobo Ted’s Last Train Home is that kind of book.

Chuck Wilson was left for dead as he lay unconscious in a jungle that was infested with poisonous snakes and wild animals somewhere in Vietnam. He was mortally wounded when the enemy proved to be a lot more than the mercenaries he was secretly there to advise could handle. It took Divine help, but he survived. When he finally reached an Army outpost, it was a far cry from the heroes welcome he imagined in his mind. His service records listed him as being killed five years earlier while rescuing a soldier in another country.

The Pentagon stood by their official statement, Chuck Wilson was never in Vietnam. To admit he was, could cause tensions between the United States and North Vietnam to flare up again. Just knowing he was still alive could trigger an armed conflict. Chuck believed angels watched over him. He felt there was no way he could have survived all those near death experiences without them. After reading this story I feel certain you will agree what happened to him was definitely above and beyond the call of duty of any American soldier.

How many others feel the same way about angels as I? Honestly, to my knowledge, I have never seen one, although I have felt the presence of a protective force around me many times. The Bible I study teaches me to be careful, because we entertain angels unaware. Others were reluctant to call them angels, but admitted if it weren’t for an encounter of a third kind, they may not be alive today.

Would a premonition be considered a celestial warning? You know, that strong inner feeling you get about a possible danger if you take that trip, or don’t get on that particular airplane, take another flight instead, etc. Later you found out a taxi on its way to the airport about the same time you would have left, crashed and the passengers were all killed or crippled for life. Did you stop and think that might have been you, had you not changed your mind and went with that unexplainable inner feeling?

Maybe it was just an uneasy feeling you suddenly got about attending a social event. It kept running through your mind there was a chance you could be in great danger if you went, so you stayed home.

The next morning while watching the local news, you saw where someone went berserk at the party and shot several innocent people?

Where do you suppose your inner thoughts come from? Could it be something we just conjure up in our minds? Personally, I don’t think so.

If I thought my life had been spared all these years because I was just plain lucky, I would have moved to Las Vegas years ago and made a fortune playing the slot machines.

Did Chuck Wilson survive because he was lucky, or was it coincidence. Here is the main question to ponder. Could Divine intervention have played a significant role in his life after all?