A Zion’s League
meeting had been planned for October 31st, 2014, and I was excited
about attending. I hadn’t been in high
school for very long, and getting to be with the awesome teenagers was
cool. I had few other friends than those
in League, and certainly no friends who were not Church members.
Needless to say,
I prayed all of that Friday to be able to attend that night. The meeting was supposed to start at six
o’clock sharp. Mom called me at five,
explaining that she hadn’t been able to get away from work earlier. She was coming to pick me up before we went
to the grocery store to pick up a snack, and then hurried to Zion’s League at
South Crysler Restoration Branch. As
soon as she pulled into the driveway, I was out of the house. I wasn’t really worried about getting there
on time. It was 5:15, and surely it
wouldn’t take long to run by the store and grab a package of fruit for a
snack.
Mom and I turned
the corner just down from our house and headed north on Lees Summit Road. We were heading for the Hy-Vee at the corner
of Lees Summit and 23rd Street.
As we slowed and stopped, I heard a crash and our car moved
forward. Mom was wearing a headband that
flew down into the floorboard, and pain surged through my neck. I looked in the rear-view mirror, and a car
was behind us. I knew we had been
rear-ended. I also knew that damage must
have been caused, because the feeling of the crash was severe. The third thing I knew was that only God
could get me to Zion’s League that night.
Mom got out of
the car to talk to the lady who hit us, and a man who worked for the fire
department was behind us. He called
911. I knew I would have to get out to
talk with the others.
“God, I really
want to get to Zion’s League tonight,” I prayed. Then I stepped out of the car and went around
behind. I looked at the other lady’s
front bumper, and it was absolutely perfect.
It looked like she had never been in a wreck. Hardly believing my eyes, I turned to look at
our back bumper.
There was not a scratch, not a dent,
nothing. It was perfectly fine. By that time, a police officer had shown up,
but Mom and the other lady came to an agreement that there had been no damage
and no one was injured (my whiplash went away after only a couple of days), so
we cleared and went our separate ways.
Mom and I pulled
into the parking lot of Hy-Vee, ran in, grabbed some grapes, and ran back
out. We drove carefully to the church,
where my League leaders sat in the parking lot waiting for the first of the
teenagers. I glanced at the clock before
I got out. I was fifteen minutes early.
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