Note: This is a true account of what happened when I was in my early forty's. I sold this story 4 years ago, but still retain all rights and have only changed names. I had cancer surgery 4 yrs. ago, but am getting back to writing, and FW is my second family so I decided to share this event hoping it will encourage others to continue to express faith, and PRAY, PRAY, no matter what the situation might be.
Love in Christ,
Isaiah 65:24 And it shall come to pass, that before they call, I will answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear.
“Drop your purses! Hands on your heads!” he had nervously shouted. It had all happened so fast! I’ll never forget that horrific, yet lesson teaching, ordeal.
It had started as a routine, hum-drum evening shift. I worked as a cashier at the downtown Dairy Queen in the rural town of Jasper, population, approximately 14,000. It was our pay day. Everyone, including me, had already cashed the check. We all had cash in our purses. It was the only week night that a male wasn’t there when we closed. Instead, Mrs. Key, an older woman and the owner, was with us.
The business closed exactly at eleven o’clock. We grabbed our purses from a peg rack in the hallway, and headed for the back exit together, for protection. I carried the last small bag of garbage out with me with my purse strapped over my shoulder. A paper cup of iced soda was in my left hand.
As Mrs. Key was locking the back door, the two teenagers stayed near her; everyone was facing the door with their backs toward me.
I had stepped to the left to put the garbage into the bin. Just as I turned back around, I saw them! Two pair of legs, dressed in denim jeans, were visible beneath the drive-thru sign. Just as I opened my mouth to warn the others, two slim males darted out, one from each end. The silver barrels of their guns shined in the moonlight.
“Get back inside! Get back inside!” one shouted frantically. Mrs. Key unlocked the door and we were forced back inside the dimly lit building. The only lighting was from glowing neon signs.
Once we were in the hallway, the one who had spoken, nervously shouted, “Drop your purses to the floor!” Several thuds sounded as they hit the tile covered concrete.
“You three, get inside the stockroom, hands on your heads!” The one who had not yet spoken, held his gun pointed at me, and stepped into the stockroom with us, leaving the door partially open.
With the soda drink cup still in my left hand, resting on top of my head, I nervously glanced downward, trying to identify the gunmen. Both appeared to have very dark complexions. But I could see that the one standing next to me pointing the gun at my head had rubbed some type of black substance all over his arms. Daring to glance slightly upward, I could see he had done the same to his face. He was wearing a ball cap so I couldn’t make out his hair type or color. It suddenly dawned on me, “That’s why he’s not talking. He ‘s in disguise!” I was glad that I was standing between him and the two young teenage girls.
Finally, I cautiously glanced out the open door and down the hallway. The other man had the end of his pistol barrel pressed against Mrs. Key’s forehead! He was shuffling back and forth, barrel still against her forehead. “Show me the safe, or I’ll blow your ........head off!” She, with her purse still over her shoulder, and with unusual calmness replied, “We don’t have a safe.”
She had refused to drop her purse when we dropped ours. She was holding onto to it tightly. I figured the deposit money was inside.
He screamed it again and again at her and she always gave the same calm reply. So he yelled aggressively, “Then hand over the “night money”! Still answering calmly, she said, “All the money has already been sent to the night depository.” I thought she was going to get us all killed for sure!
During all this time, I had been silently praying, more like pleading, “Please God, send us some help! Please, please, God! Nobody knows that we’re still here but you!” Constantly I prayed!
Then the walk-in freezer flashed into my mind! Oh no, I didn’t want my fear of getting locked in there to become a reality! It was so cold that we had to wear a coat and gloves to be able to get the supplies out. We needed a miracle! My faith wavered, yet I continued to pray. It would take divine intervention, and oh how I prayed for that!
It seemed like forever we stood there in the stockroom with a gun pointed at us. The two teenage girls were softly crying, and their bodies were trembling. Being a middle aged woman, I did my best to appear calm, hoping it would comfort them in some way.
Then, unexpectedly, the back door buzzer rang! What sweet music to my ears!
The would- be armed robbers panicked and rushed for the door, with Mrs. Key running right behind them! The men shoved the door open fiercely, almost knocking someone down. We thought it was a policeman but it was Christie, another teenage employee. Her car keys went flying from her hand. Mrs. Key jerked her inside by her arm, as she slammed the door shut! We all knew that it couldn’t be opened from the outside without a key! When we took garbage out, or went out to clean the litter from the lot, we had to rang the buzzer so someone inside could come open the door for us.
“Stay away from the windows! They might try to shoot their way back in!” Mrs. Key shouted. Then she ran into the office and phoned the police department. The policemen arrived in a matter of minutes but the men had gotten away.
Christie had worked with us but had clocked out early. She had kept her car keys in her pocket so she was half way home before she realized she had forgotten her purse. She returned, hoping to still find us here. Coincidence? You’ll never convince me that it was!
After being questioned about descriptions, and refilling my soda drink cup several times, the policemen allowed me to go home. I was still visibly shaken while driving the fifteen miles home, alone, on a sparcely traveled country road. When I arrived in my own front yard I finally calmed down.
God had answered my pleading prayer during this crisis in a way I never could have imagined, just as He faithfully answers my prayers for everyday basic needs. I will never underestimate the power of prayer again, no matter what I face.
As I opened the front door and walked into my living room I realized something else. I was still holding onto my soggy, paper soda drink cup!
Since then, God has called me to write. He had other plans for me than for my life to end that night. But occasionally, if I seem to be faltering, He reminds me of His great love and protection by recalling the Dairy Queen rescue to my mind. It never fails to work, and I breathe, “Thank you, Lord. I understand.”
WOW, I am glad that God protected you and the others and you are all safe, it could have turned out so differently. You mentioned the town Jasper and i am within two hrs of a town by that name in Texas. Close to Toledo Bend, is this the same town?