PROTECTION
The truck's tailgate and glaring red
brake lights drew closer. It was not
stopping. There was nothing left to
do, but get ready to slam hard into
the back of the truck…
I
DID
NOT
PRAY
IN
THAT
I saw the back of the blue 4x4 truck
lift slightly as its brakes were
suddenly called into action by some
unexpected circumstance. I pressed
down on my clutch and brake pedals
with every ounce of strength I could
muster.
I believed the effort would be
successful. Soon, however, it became
clear that impact was inevitable. I
remember uttering, "Oh no, oh no,"
as the truck's tailgate and glaring red
brake lights drew closer and closer.
"Why is the car not stopping?" I
screamed in my mind.
Out of the side of my eye I saw my
15-year-old son brace himself in the
front passenger seat. Then with
nothing left to do, I closed my eyes
and got ready to slam hard into the
back of that truck. My mind and
body prepared for what would come
next -- pain. But there was no pain,
no jerking forward, no glass flying
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through the air, no air bag punch in the face. Instead, there was softness, like
feathers in a pillow that swallowed up my whole body. I didn't feel an impact
and figured we somehow stopped before we hit the truck. "It must be God's
divine intervention," I thought. . With my heart pounding, I opened my eyes to
look at my son, Ian. I have never been as relieved as I was to see him sitting
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