Excerpt from "10-4, Good Buddy: A Miracle Story Chapter 1"
With each curve in the road, my heart got heavier. This weight on my heart
was overpowering when I finally saw the flashing blue and red lights. There were
so many of them, and the traffic was backed up for what looked like a quarter of
a mile. I still could not see the car. How bad was it? This can’t be real!
I swerved off the road, onto the grassy median, and drove like mad towards the
ambulance and police cars. I slammed on brakes and started to slide. I jumped
out of the car and began to run. I am not even really sure if I came to a
complete stop before I put the car in park. At that point, I really did not
care.
I ran as fast as my legs have ever allowed me to run. Then I saw Mrs. Nancy, Bea
Bea’s mother. She was crying and had a look that I have never seen before; I do
not wish to ever see this look again. Then I saw Bea Bea. She was sitting in the
back seat of someone’s car, a car I did not recognize. Whose car was it, and
where was Evan?
She was crying, and I ran to her and got on my knees. Then she told me.
“He’s alive, but it’s bad. It is really bad!”
We held each other and cried. She said, “We have to pray,” and that is exactly
what we did. We cried to God to hear us. We cried loud as if to try to make the
sound of our voices reach Heaven itself. “Lord, please spare him. Don’t let him
die, please! Don’t take him from us.”
I held Bea Bea’s hands as she told me what had happened.
They had been on the road about fifteen minutes when they saw a line of police
cars in the distance with their blue lights flashing. The cars were coming
towards them, but on the left hand side of the highway. Bea Bea asked, “Is that
a funeral?” But then she thought that it couldn’t be; it was too early in the
morning for a funeral. Nevertheless, Nancy slowed the car down, not being sure
as to what that was coming towards them.
As they continued to drive, they realized the police were in pursuit of another
vehicle. Cheryl said, “Slow down! Something’s wrong! Something’s wrong!” As she
was saying this, the car that was being pursued crossed the median of the road
and headed in their direction.
Bea Bea screamed, “Turn Right! Turn Right! Get out of his way!” and Nancy did.
However, the other vehicle turned in the same direction, putting them in harms
way again.
Nancy tried several times to avoid the oncoming car and the inevitable car
crash. But she couldn’t. No matter which direction Nancy would turn her car, the
oncoming car would turn in the same direction. The vehicle hit Nancy’s car on
the driver’s side…and it hit hard.
The car spun several times, and Bea Bea told me it felt like it spun for several
minutes in slow motion. And then it stopped.
Bea Bea said she saw her mother move; then she saw her aunt move. But then she
noticed the most horrible sound she had ever heard: silence. Evan was not
crying. There was no movement in his direction.
Evan had taken the blunt of the crash and something had cut his face on the
right jaw. Bea Bea had seen the blood pouring out of his neck, and she thought
it was the jugular vein and immediately held his neck and put pressure on it. He
looked at her with weak eyes, and then he shut them and went limp. However, she
continued to hold his neck and keep it straight. She had to stop the bleeding,
and she was trained in how to do this. This is one of the many things we thank
God for. He allowed her to be in the back seat with Evan, to know what to do,
and to remain composed.
Bea Bea prayed in the midst of all this. This was not unusual for her, as we are
Christians. All we are, and all we will be are in the hands of our Maker. We
knew that Jesus saved us from our sins, and He could save Evan from this. So she
prayed. And God sent an angel; God sent several angels.