SAVED -- A BIG NEW BEAUTIFUL RED MOTORCYCLE
Kim Raichl
Joshua, my six-year-old son, and I were driving on highway I-5 from Astoria, Oregon to Seattle, Washington in my purple, 2000, Dodge Neon. All the way we were singing with Christian tapes. We just passed Tacoma, Washington, still singing our praise songs, when I noticed a young man riding up on a big, bright red, new motorcycle. He was decked out from head to toe in new-looking, black cycling gear. It appeared he just bought a roaring-big-bike and an outfit to go with it.
I was in the commuter lane at the left side of the highway, going about sixty miles an hour. The cyclist, coming up fast on my right, was going seventy or more. What neither of us could see was, the car ahead of him straddled a large piece of lumber, a 4X4. When I saw it, quickly I veered to the left to give the biker as much room as possible while nervously keeping my eyes on the guardrail to avoid scraping it. At the speed the biker was coming I thought, It's impossible! He can't miss that!
He didn't.
I cried out, “God, save him!”
He hit the 4X4, shot up into the air and flew downward toward my lane in front of me. I gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles, knowing I was going to run him over. Instead of landing in my lane, he flipped and whirled in such a way as to land in his own lane, on both wheels, moving straight and steady forward, right beside my car.
“How could he do it?” my shocked and confused mind shouted.
“No way!” I answered myself.
For several yards the rider stayed next to me. He looked into my car and directly at me. His wild, baffled face defied description. I opened my eyes wide, stretched my face in a grimace of fear and awe that said, “Wow! You're alive! God saved you!”
Then I gave him a “hearty thumbs up.” I didn't know what else to do.
He sped off at the next exit.
Maybe he's going off to thank God for saving his life, I thought.
“Maybe he's going to change his pants,” my young son said.
I wish I had followed him and asked if he knew God gave him a miracle. I knew, and I was thanking God all the way on that I didn't have to live with the horrendous, plaguing memory of killing a man -- or even seeing him smashed on the pavement in front of me. I didn't care a whit that God saved his big, new, beautiful red motorcycle. In fact, I was seething-mad at the thing for being so dangerous.
It took me a while to realize -- Hey! God saved us too!