When God Speaks
This is not
educational-related. However, I felt the need to share.
Last week, I was on my
way home from school. I took a different street because my car was
out of gas, like the light was on out-of-gas! Any other day of the
week I would have been on a completely different street.
As I was slowing down to
turn into the gas station, a car coming up to a stop sign failed to
stop at the stop sign and pulled out in front of another car that was
north-bound. The north-bound car spun around like a top three times
before being stopped by a support wire for a telephone pole, facing
east. The young woman got out of the car and was shaking like a
leaf, obviously!
I ran over to her. She
was bleeding in her mouth. I held her and asked if I could call
anyone for her. She said that her parents were on their way to
Nebraska (What?!?!) to move her sister in to college and her brother
was on his way to Wichita. I asked her if I could call anyone else.
She said that she had no one else. I told her I wasn't going
anywhere and that I would stay with her.
As God would have it,
the vehicle that stopped behind me was being driven by a nurse. She
went over to the other car. The passenger in that car was in need of
medical attention and the nurse (I didn't catch her name) was able to
administer help until the ambulance arrived to transport her.
I got the young girl my
water bottle so she could rinse the blood out of her mouth. I filled
out a police report while paramedics checked her out. Then I went
back to stay with her. She said she didn't like the metallic taste
in her mouth from the blood. I got her some wintergreen LifeSavers
from the console of my car. She was able to get in touch with her
brother. He hadn't left for Wichita yet.
The girl said, “This
is the first car I bought all by myself.” and “It's Husker-Red.”
I totally got her, being a Nebraska girl, myself. She said “I
wonder if I can get my Husker sticker off the bumper.” Friends! I
knew exactly those feelings!
One of the police
officers (whose daughter I had taught in kindergarten. God again!)
called the church where the young girl worked in the preschool
(What?!? Another preschool teacher??) and explained the situation.
The sweetest older couple came to the scene! In talking with them, I
learned that the husband of the couple was in the Air Force and
station in Vietnam the same time as my dad, at the same base that my
dad flew out of, and flew the same type of plane, a B-52 Bomber, as
my dad. He said if he could ever help me, or if I just wanted to
talk, I could give him a call.
All of this and any other
day of the week I'd never have been on that street. So many God
Moments stemming from a single incident!
