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Let us not forget that there are forces of a supernatural nature at work
Barbara was driving her six-year-old son, Benjamin, to his piano lesson.
They were late, and Barbara was beginning to think she should have
it. There was always so much to do, and Barbara, a night-duty nurse at
the local hospital, had recently worked extra shifts. She was tired. The
sleet storm and icy roads
added to her tension. Maybe she should turn the car around. "Mom!" Ben
cried. "Look!" Just ahead a car had lost control on a patch of ice. As
Barbara tapped the brakes, the other car spun wildly rolled over, then
crashed sideways into a telephone pole.
Barbara pulled over, skidded to a stop and threw open her door. Thank
goodness she was a nurse-she might be able to help these unfortunate
passengers. Then she paused. What about Ben? She couldn't take him with
Little boys shouldn't see scenes like the one she anticipated. But was
it safe to leave him alone? What if their car were hit from behind? For
moment Barbara considered going on her way. Someone else was sure to
come along. No! "Ben, honey, promise me you'll stay in the car!" "I
will, Mommy," he said as she ran, slipping and sliding, toward the crash
site. It was worse than she'd feared. Two girls of high school age are
One, the blonde on the passenger side, was dead, killed on impact. The
driver, however was still breathing. She was conscious and pinned in the
wreckage. Barbara quickly applied pressure to
the wound in the teenager's head while her practiced eye catalogued the
injuries. A broken leg, maybe two,
along with probable internal bleeding. But if help came soon, the girl
A trucker had pulled up and was calling for help on his cellular phone.
Barbara heard the ambulance sirens.
A few moments later she surrendered her lonely post to rescue workers.
"Good job," one said as he examined the driver's wounds. "You probably
saved her life, ma'am." Perhaps. But as Barbara walked back to
her car a feeling of sadness overwhelmed her, especially for the family
of the girl who had died. Their lives would never be the same. Oh God,
why do such things have to happen? Slowly Barbara opened her car door.
What should she tell Benjamin? He was staring at the crash site, his
blue eyes huge. "Mom," he whispered," did you see it?" See what, Honey?"
"The angel, Mom! He came down from the sky while you were running to the
car. And he opened the door, and he took that girl out." Barbara's eyes
filled with tears." Which door, Ben?" "The passenger side. He took the
girl's hand, and they floated up to Heaven together"
"What about the driver?" Ben shrugged. "I didn't see anyone else." Later
Barbara was able to meet the families of the victims. They expressed
their gratitude for the help she had provided. Barbara was able to give
them something more - Ben's vision.
There was no way he could have known what happened to either of the
passengers. Nor could the passenger door have been opened; Barbara had
its tangle of immovable steel herself. Yet Ben's account brought
consolation to a grieving family. Their daughter was safe in
Heaven. And they would see her again.