It was June of 1966. I was driving home from college and it was around 10 P.M.. There was no traffic at all and I had opened up my old 55 Ford. It was in high and overdrive and the speedometer was reading 110.
The old Ford was running as smooth as silk. As I got closer to Defuniak I began to notice little puffs of fog. I can remember thinking to myself that I had seen no fog at all until then.
Suddenly as I came over a little rise, everything went totally blank. I was in a fog bank so heavy it was the same thing as being blind. I hit the brakes and felt the right front wheel just go off the pavement. I pulled back to the left, not hard enough to cause the car to skid or overturn.
An instant later I was in the clear and could see a flashing red light in the rear view mirror. My immediate thought was that I was dead and that was an emergency vehicle at the scene.
A few seconds later I realized it was a mosquito fogging truck. He had been in the same lane I was in going 110. Somehow because the brakes pulled to the right, I over corrected enough to pass him on the left.
It took around 10 minutes for it to really hit me. I had survived what should have been an unsurvivable situation. To this day it seems like it never happened but it did.
I still wonder how it happened.
I once ran while carrying scissors.
God still had plans for you:)
That’s pretty crazy heh
You met your guardian angel that night.
I’ve done that too, in a situation from which I walked away with only a few scratches when in fact I should have been killed instantly.
Something or someone intervened on my behalf that night. It wasn’t dumb luck, that I’m sure of.
Wow! Guardian angel at work there.