I was driving from Harrisonburg, VA to Manheim, PA, and had to stop in Hagerstown, MD for gas. I was chatting on the phone with Lauren, and as I pulled off the exit, I saw the sign for Sheetz, and said, "Hey, I'm pulling up now, I'll call you right back."
And then I couldn't find Sheetz. The traffic was awful and all the gas stations were on the wrong side of the four lane road. I pulled into the Giant parking lot, but then there were lines 2 cars deep at each gas pump. Down the road and across the street I finally found an open gas station, got my gas, made my way back to the highway, and called Lauren back. But I was annoyed!
So imagine my disgust when, an hour later, I found myself gridlocked on Rt 81 - a major highway! All I wanted was to get home! I should have known better than to travel through the state capital during Friday rush hour.
As I sat in my car, fuming over the gas station and traffic situations, scanning the radio to figure out why in the world traffic was not moving, I saw something rise above the cars in front of me, higher over the bridge, and in to the sky.
The life line helicopter.
It was an accident, it was a bad one, it was only a few hundred feet in front of me, and someone died.
With an overwhelming wash of emotions and sense gratitude, I couldn't stop thinking about what would have happened if I had a perfectly normal gas-getting experience earlier. What if I had arrived to the intersection of 81 and 114 just 15 or 20 minutes sooner?
Some call it the butterfly effect, I call it divine intervention.
Thank you, God, for protection. Please ruin my plans as often as you need to.