I also love these stories, so here is one of my own.
As a birthday present when I turned thirteen, my mother purchased a week at a "Dude Ranch" for both of us to attend. We were very excited, especially since there would be so much horse back riding and a ton of entertainment. My mother's vision has not been great since she had glaucoma in her teens, and night driving has never been her forte. We thought we had started on our trip early enough, but my mother also has no sense of direction, so we ended up lost and had to backtrack, costing us a good two hours. This put us driving through the Adirondacks, with windy roads and deep embankments, and nighttime was closing in.
As it became dark, it started to rain. Hard, really hard. This compounded my mother's vision problems, but she was determined to make it to our destination that evening. Now deep into unlit, windy roads, the headlights went out. She pulled over and we tried everything we knew to get them working. Finally, I remembered that we had seen a campground a few miles back. She turned around, and we very slowly drove back to the campground. As we pulled in, the downpour stopped. Thankfully, there was still someone on duty. He was kind enough to help us put up our tent and give us directions to the nearest mechanic, in a town we had passed, and we hunkered down to spend the night.
The next morning, we woke up and went to the mechanic. When my mother told him the problem, he started by trying to turn on the lights. Which worked. Our jaws dropped. These lights couldn't be working now, they wouldn't work at all the night before! My mother even had him check the fuses and the wiring. He said everything was fine, and it must have been a freak occurance. We started back on our way.
So here we were, driving down this road that we had been on the previous night, now in the morning sun. We passed the campground we stayed at. A few miles later, we passed where we had pulled over. About five miles after that, we ran into some major construction. The road was closed on one portion, with lanes marked by traffic cones. On the other side, a very steep embankment down the side of a mountain. It was very difficult to maneuver in broad daylight. My mother looked at me and said, "This is why the lights went out. If I had tried to drive this last night in the rain, I never would have been able to see and we would have driven off the edge. Our Guardian Angel was looking out for us."
She was right. She never would have made that passageway in a downpour in the dark. I still get chills when I think about that night.