Around the time of the incident with the Angel in the rental truck, I was driving again from upstate New York to South Jersey, a trip of about 4.5 hours. I was at the end of my trip after traveling down a long stretch of Route 81 in New York, the entire length of the Pennsylvania Turnpike, through Philadelphia on the Schuylkill Expressway, and onto Route 55 South in New Jersey. Finally, my exit appeared and I anticipated reaching my destination within five minutes.
After exiting the highway, the speed limit on that rural country road drops to 35 mph, a sharp contrast for sure, but fortunately I obeyed the signs because within half a mile of exiting the highway, I suddenly lost control of the vehicle. The two front tires went cock-eyed and turning the steering wheel did nothing. All I could do was brake, which I did.
You can call it lucky, but I know it was no coincidence that the car somehow veered off to the right, instead of going head on into oncoming traffic from the opposite direction. By the grace of the Almighty, the car took me directly into a dirt parking area and a mound of sand which finally stopped my car. I was about ten feet from a payphone. (I didn't have a cell phone at that time, only a pager). With my heart pounding, I called my stepfather, who came within five minutes to my rescue. I believe it was the tie rod that had broken.
Later, I marveled as I realized that it could have happened while I was cruising down the turnpike at 70 mph. I shuttered at the thought of it happening on the Walt Whitman bridge I had crossed over at a considerable speed just 40 minutes before. I was so thankful that no one was hurt and to this day I am immensely grateful for a God who takes the time to watch out for little old me.
A man’s heart plans his way, But יהוה establishes his steps. (Proverbs 16:9)
And He drew me Out of the pit of destruction, Out of the muddy clay, And He set my feet upon a rock, He is establishing my steps. (Psalm 40:2)
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