I will never forget the night I nearly lost my life in an automobile accident. I was only sixteen years old and loved to drive fast. I had recently purchased a 1968 Chevrolet Camero that had been modified with a 500 plus horsepower small block engine. This was more engine than any car driven on the street should ever be equipped with, even for an accomplished driver, much less an inexperienced sixteen year old kid and I took full advantage of the hotrod I now controlled. It seemed I was completely invincible as I roared around the streets of Oklahoma City and the surrounding suburbs. There was one particular back road I loved to drive on as it was not popular with regular traffic and because it had a narrow bridge at the bottom of a valley. This spot was perfect it seemed to me as I could go very fast over the hill and then down into the valley over the bridge and then even faster up the other side and out the top. To me at the time it was so exciting but my excitement would not last long. It happened as I was driving home from work late one evening and as always I was driving way to fast. I approached my favorite spot at well over 100 miles per hour and topped the hill as happy as a clam. However this time it was very different. As I topped the hill I noticed a large delivery truck that was already over half way down the other side of the bridge and at my rate of speed it was obvious that both vehicles would have to cross that narrow bridge at the same time and when I say narrow, I mean that normally when cars would meet one would slow to allow the other to pass first as there was not enough room for two passenger cars to comfortably pass at the same time. There was no way at all my car and a large delivery truck would ever pass each other. I stared at the approaching headlights and prayed that God would save me from my own imminent destruction and silently wondered if this was going to hurt much. I was frozen with fear and had no idea what to do to avoid catastrophe when I heard a gentle voice telling me “let go of the wheel”. This was crazy I thought at first, how can that help, I would be completely out of control and I had been taught to never give up control of a car I was driving. What else could I do I reasoned to myself, there was no way out of this predicament I had placed myself in and I might as well face it, so I let go of the wheel, took my foot of the accelerator pedal and curled up in a ball in the front seat and prayed as I waited for the sounds of crushing metal and breaking glass. I silently counted the seconds I thought it would take for the truck and I to reach each other and prayed. Miraculously the sounds never came and I became aware that my car and I were now actually moving up the other side of the hill. How could this be I wondered as I peeked up to see what had happened. I could hardly believe my own eyes, as I looked and saw that big delivery truck rambling up the opposite side of the hill from me as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened and I was almost at the top of the hill on the other side. This was an unbelievable distance to have traveled without any input from me and still I was in my own lane and going in a straight line even though the path of the car had to have moved half a lane to the left to cross the bridge and then half a lane back to the right to return to my own lane of traffic. I was shaken and scared but relieved and so thankful to have had the intervention of Gad at that critical moment of truth. The hotrod Camero was sold right away and I bought a small foreign car that took a quarter of a mile just to reach its top speed of 60 mile per hour. I have never since let go of the steering wheel of my car while driving, but I would again if he told me to.
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