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.

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