Have you ever tried to rationalize the unexplainable?

In 2000, we were traveling to Indianapolis on Interstate 74 when I caught sight of a terrible accident.  The crash just happened, and I pulled to the side to park our vehicle.  I told my wife and kids to stay put.  I said, “I gotta help!” I’ve seen death before but didn’t want them to experience it.

It was a horrible accident.  8 to 10 vehicles were involved.  Debris was scattered all over the road and people were running about in panic.  The one thing that bothered me the most was people were driving through the median and around the accident.  They didn’t care to help; they just didn’t want to be caught in traffic.  Dozens of cars and an eighteen-wheeler did that.

I felt led to walk towards a red sports car.  I stuck my head in the passenger side window and saw a young man, probably in his 20s, behind the wheel.  He was the lone passenger and unconscious.

A young woman who identified herself as a nurse was standing behind the driver and had her arms stretched through the window holding his neck and head up.  She said, “He’ll die if I let go. He has severe internal injuries.”

The driver was bleeding from his mouth, ears, nose, and eye sockets.  And the car looked like it had gone through a compactor.

The nurse said she smelled gas, and I noticed the car was still running.  I then literally yanked the key cylinder out of the steering column – it must have been an adrenaline rush or the column was already broken.  As soon as I removed the key cylinder the car stopped running.

I still had my head though the window when I saw a lady standing behind the nurse.  She was a Caucasian and appeared to be in her 40s with beautiful brown hair.  One thing I remembered was the lady never touched the nurse.  She did, however, make a statement I will never forget.  She said: ”Let’s pray for this young man.” The nurse and I both bowed our heads, and this is what the lady said: “Father, I place this young man’s life in your hands.  It’s not his time to go.  Amen.”

The nurse and I both said, “Amen,” and I immediately looked up, but the lady was nowhere to be found.  I looked in both directions but saw no one.  I looked at the nurse in amazement to say: ”No one can move that fast!  I think we just witnessed an angel.”

The nurse added, “I believe you’re right.”

By that time the driver was starting to go into convulsions, and the nurse cried out, “You have to get the door open.  It’s broken!” I ran around to her side and jerked the door off its hinges.  Again, it was either adrenaline or broken already.

As soon as I got the door off and out-of-the-way two paramedics arrived.  One of them looked at us to say, “You probably saved his life.” I remember hugging the nurse and walking away.  I never thought to ask her name and I never saw her again.  I walked back to my car and family to drive away crying.  The first thing I did was tell my wife and kids I loved them.  I then told them what happened.  We tried to find out the young man’s name and which hospital he was taken to, but we weren’t successful.

A couple years ago we were set up at a small festival in a town called North Salem in Indiana.  My wife and I set up a booth from time to time at festivals as a fundraiser for the Ministry.  We make Arts and Crafts items of a Christian theme and donate all the proceeds to the cause.

Cindy had stepped away and I was manning the booth myself that particular day when in walked a young boy.  He appeared to be about 12 or 13 years old and was completely bald.  I thought to myself, “Oh … He’s taking chemotherapy.” I never said a word to him, but thought it was funny he was by himself.  He was looking intently at our wares.

I watched him for a while as he looked things over.  For some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything to him.  It may have been pity that had taken me over, preventing me from saying anything.

When he did look at me, he held up an item to say: “Mister, did you make these things?”   I said my wife and I did.  I’ll never forget what he told me.  He said, “Jesus is pleased.”

It was a humbling moment for me, and I looked down at the ground for a brief second.  When I looked up the boy was gone.  I ran through the booth, some 10 feet, to the main thoroughfare in front of the tent.  The crowd was scarce that day and I could see for quite a ways.  I looked in both directions, but the boy was nowhere to be found.  I just stood there in wonder of what I’d witnessed.

When my wife is intrigued by something her eyes dilate.  They grew large when I told her of the experience.  (It brought back memories of another unexplainable event)

I’m sure many will never, in a lifetime, have to reason the existence of angels among us – Yet … I’ve twice had the pleasure.

Greg Allen’s column, Thinkin’ Out Loud, was published bi-monthly from 2009 to 2017.  He’s an author, a former nationally syndicated columnist and the founder of Builder of the Spirit Ministries in Jamestown, Indiana.  He can be reached at www.builderofthespirit.org.

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