Today was the National Day of Prayer. Twelve years ago I was involved in a car accident when a driver decided to make a right turn from the middle lane causing me to flip over and slide through the intersection.
Me observing the damage.
This was the first time in my life that I actually called out to God in fear for my life. I remember a mob of people surrounding the car. I was hanging upside down with the seat belt holding me in, of course my first instinct was to release the seat belt. Not thinking I came crashing down on my head. I start hearing somebody yelling that my legs looked broken. I kept looking down wondering if they were, but then wondering to myself, “wouldn’t I be feeling pain.”
Someone offered to make a call for me, so I had them call my wife. I was only a block from home. As soon as she gets there, she is in sheer panic. In the softest voice I kept telling her that “I’m OK.” Then out of nowhere a stranger knelt down next to the car, put his hand on me and started praying. When he was done he got up, told my wife that I would be OK.
I am now hearing the sirens of the first responders, and just like that they reached in and pulled me out. My wife remembers freaking out when she saw me vanish from the other side. The fireman made sure I was OK and removed some glass particles from my face.
Then it all sunk in what had just happened to me. I broke down and cried. I cried because of what I had just walked away from, and the fact that a perfect stranger had the compassion to go out of his way and pray for me. Never saw him again or got his name. Whoever you are, Thank You!
I did go to the emergency just to be safe, everything was OK. It took me a year before I got behind the wheel again. I got to know public transportation pretty well.
I just have one request, keep National Day of Prayer.
