Was I the recipient of some kind of miracle?
I think I was, last night.
I had to drive to a friend’s house, and normally, I would have driven part of my trip on a highway, at 65 MPH.
For reasons I can’t explain to anyone, instead of getting on that highway, I stayed on the normal side streets, and didn’t go much faster than 35.
I went over a “dip” at an intersection and it felt like both of my front tires flattened, so I immediately pulled over to check them, but both were just fine, so I looked under the hood and could clearly see that my front axle had broken, by two pieces separating.
Had this occurred while driving at 65 on the highway, I don’t know if I would have survived.
I was compelled to drive to my friend’s house (for some unknown reason) on the side streets, and that decision on my part, probably saved my life.
So, was I the recipient of a bona fide miracle, or am I just imagining that?
August 27, 2008, 7:19 AM EDT
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