Miracle Stories
My shoes were tattered and worn. The soles had holes worn right through. An old flannel shirt was doubling as my shirt and blanket. Frayed material hung from the arms and edge of the shirt. Giant holes allowed the bite of winter nights to steal my warmth. I felt very lucky to have an old baseball hat to keep my head warm during many cold nights under my freeway exit.
Aside from the clothing that barely existed, my hopes and dreams had become tattered and tarnished. Heavy weights of regret for yesterday hung like rubber glue from the caverns of my mind. I wagered with my mind that I would never see the light at the end of a tunnel shining on my hopes and dreams. Possibility for a normal life with a home, furniture, a car, and decent clothing was just a pipe dream in my world of homelessness.
Cars were zooming past me at high speed as I stood with an old ragged piece of cardboard as my business card. Watching with sorrow in my eyes as each driver glanced at my sign and never slowed to consider even giving to such a person in need. As I stood by the edge of the road hoping for a dollar or two for dinner that night, my only pair of clothes became soaked by a hostile driver bent on showing a bum a thing or two. Night was coming fast and it was going to be cold again. It was going to be cold even with dry clothing. Now my tattered clothing was not only holy but very wet. I was sure the night was going to be long and sleepless. My skin shivered just thinking of the coming night.
As the thoughts of surviving another bitter cold night with not enough clothing and too little food in my belly, tears began to roll down my frozen cheeks. I just kept standing their holding that business card like a stiff mummy and muttered a silent prayer for help. I needed intervention, if not from a commuter maybe from above.
Suddenly, as if I had been in a dream world everything went silent around me. The cars that roared past me did not make a sound. Then I heard voices inside of my head start to speak. At first the voice was a low mutter. I could not understand the voice speaking inside my head. Even hearing such a voice I figured I must have finally lost complete sanity. This was it the moment I went from being just a bum to being an insane bum. Silence remained. The outside world was very quiet. As my external world grew silent the voice I heard inside my head grew louder and clearer. My attention was turned completely to hearing the voice now.
Then it happened, I heard the voice clearly. The voice was giving me directions. Could that voice have been God, or was it just an imagined peace that was ringing clear. It didn’t really matter. I was just happy that the voice was soothing my weary mind. The voice took my mind away from my wet clothing and the possibility of a cold and sleepless night. It was saying, “Rest my child, for the road you travel is long.”
No kidding! For the past eighteen years I had been sentenced begging at the freeway exits of America just to survive the world. Over and over I had attempted to get help, find a job, and clean up my pathetic act. Every attempt to turn my life around had failed. I had failed. So I know the road I travel is long. I was the one their and living it every day. I figured I must be an idiot or something for even giving time to listening to the voice that hammered on inside my head.
Again, “Rest my child, for the road you travel is long.” Soon I was compelled to answer the voice. It must have been a message sent from God, so I decided to ask him about the message that kept playing over and over like a tape recording. Still holding my withered cardboard business card, I closed my eyes and asked for an explanation for the message that was playing clear like a loud speaker at K-Mart. When I was done asking God for guidance from the voice, I opened my eyes to see an out of control SUV barreling down on me. My one time business card became my shield to stop that SUV.
All I remember was a sudden flash of white then nothing else. When I finally regained awareness of my surroundings the calendar had flipped over a few years. The doctors came in and informed me of my two year coma. I wondered what had happened, but could not remember anything except the voice in my head that repeated, “Rest my child, for the road you travel is long.” Then I recalled a big white SUV tossing me into the air like a rag doll and that was the end of my recollections until today.
If that was God speaking inside my head he could not have been more on the money than he was. I was able to get the rest I needed, even if it meant coma and missing years of my life. The pain that must have been present because of my near death accident at that freeway exit did not exist. Because of the lapse of time and long silent rest I was granted I was spared further physical pain beyond my pains of life at the moment. Sometimes God does work in mysterious ways. I was able to avoid a sleepless and cold night. It took a crashing blow from a monster SUV to help me avoid that night and many other sleepless nights in the cold and under that freeway exit.
God, I am thankful that you placed me at that freeway exit. I am thankful that I was able to steal a warm bed for a couple of years, even if it meant coma. Those lonely nights awake and aware of my plight were many times worse than the rest through coma I was granted. Thank you. Then I heard a doctor say, “Joe, here is your lawyer.”
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All I can say is Wow! What an awesome story and what an awesome God! Two corrections that you might want to make it should be no kidding not know kidding and I was there instead of their.Great job!
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