I was 17 years old and went shopping with my grandmother and older sister. I was sitting behind my grandma and my sister was in the front seat. When we got back to the car I had to sit behind my sister instead because someone had parked too closely on the driver's side. Usually I'd sit behind my grandma because my sister would push her seat far back to annoy me. On our way home, our car was t-boned on the driver's side by a large truck that ran a red light (he was texting). Our car was pushed into the edge of a building, pinning my sister inside. My grandma died instantly and my sister died several days later. The police officers kept saying that my seat (backseat passenger side) was the only safe place in the car. I would be dead if that car at the mall had parked correctly or in a different spot. My family is full of Christians, but I had never believed and had no interest in religion, but during that accident I felt like someone or something was holding me and protecting me. It was really a strange feeling. I have since become a Christian because I believe it was God or an angel that was holding me that day.