When God Speaks

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!