Hello friends,
Heavenly Father, thank you for watching over each and everyone of us, wherever we are, and thank you for your many blessings in our lives. In Jesus' Name. Amen.
I thought I was watching an episode of "Monster Trucks," when I saw the ginormous, silver truck, traveling rather fast, careening to the left, and then making a quick ninety degree turn to the right, tires screeching. Then things slowed down, as the colossal truck gripped the cement median between NW Hwy and Half-price Books, lifting itself up, and pushing aside the puny Mustang convertible parked in it's path. The Mustang was facing NW Hwy, but was now pointing in a SE direction. Luckily, no one was inside the Mustang. The gargantuan truck had four heads bobbing inside it, and they appeared to be watching the demolition of the Mustang in bewilderment. The massive truck was on top of the median and the passengers seemed to be contemplating what to do next...Then, maybe the driver realizing he couldn't just drive off, heaved the truck off of the median and into the parking lot, a few small feet from the banged-up Mustang. Three of the passengers got out of the truck and ran inside the Half-price Books store. The driver, wearing a red plaid shirt, with the sleeves cut off, got out of the truck and walked over to the Mustang. The officer who peruses the Half-price premises was quickly at the scene. I jotted my name and cell number down, to give to the owner. The three guys that had gotten out of the truck and ran into Half-price, re-appeared, bottles of water in hand. (Hmm...???) I walked over to the wreck and gave my phone number to the eighteen-year-old, who was obviously in shock over what happened. I quickly explained that I saw everything, in case he needed a witness; I also introduced myself to the police officer, and he asked me to wait for the policeman who was investigating the wreck. I walked around to see the damage to the Mustang. The driver's side was bashed with the imprint of the truck's tires, and the front left wheel was slanted to the right. The hood of the mustang made an upside 'v'. The gigantic truck was missing it's front bumper and it was leaking profusely from underneath, the fluid making a large dark puddle. The officer for Half-price addressed me, "Let me see, the truck made a left turn, punching it, lost control and while trying to regain control, landed over here, on top of the Mustang." I nodded in affirmation. I asked him, "Why do you think they bought water bottles?" "Drinking, drugs, who knows." The officer in charge of the accident arrived, and asked me if I saw any other cars around the humongous truck, before it headed into the parking lot, as the driver was alleging that the truck was pushed from behind, and that this was the reason the truck ended up in the parking lot. I said, No. He also asked me who was driving and I told him. He asked where I was sitting (underneath the awning of Half-price, facing NW Hwy), took down my address, phone number, age, etc, thanked me for coming forward and said I could leave. I pray things turn out well for the eighteen-year-old. I once had someone stop and give me their number when they saw my wreck, I was just paying that forward...it's the best thing to do in these circumstances, too.
"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa
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