The Ride to Nowhere
Me and my dog Frosty
My
car had overheated on my way home from work, and I had gotten out of the
car. It was steamy in Houston, and a man
pulled up and asked if I wanted a ride.
It was unlike me, but I jumped into his car. We drove down the road and he did not say
much. He never asked where I needed to
go, but I had a sick feeling that all was not right.
He
was an older man wearing with a ruddy complexion, wearing a large white cowboy hat. I was a naive brown eyed girl with long brown hair
and in my twenty’s.
As
we drove along I realized I had made a mistake and felt panicky. I knew I needed to escape before it was too
late. His back seat was stacked with beer cans. I wondered why I had gotten into the
car.
Suddenly,
we got in more traffic and I became very uneasy. How would I leave? In a matter of seconds his car died. He could not start it. He tried over and
over. Quickly, I
jumped out of the car and ran. I was
free and never looked back.
His
car stopped for some unknown reason. The
only explanation was divine intervention.
That day I was lucky, and perhaps my life was saved.
From
that day on I had believed that angels surround us.
