Miracle on a Monday

My brother-in-law Reg was in a serious car accident last Monday.  He is okay.  (I'm all for suspense, but didn't want you to wait until the end to know that he's fine.)  He is a little sore, and is wearing a sweet neck brace, but he shouldn't even be alive.  And he especially shouldn't be walking.  


Miracles still happen everyday.


It's kind of a wild story.  Kris had the day off, and we were having breakfast with his parents.  Kris had to jet a few minutes early to get to the bank, and right after he left, Ron got a phone call.  Reg had been in an accident.  He confirmed that he was okay, but that the truck was probably a write-off.  I casually asked Ron which of the work vehicles Reg had been driving, just out of curiosity.  Turns out, it was actually Kris and my personal truck.  I could care less.  My sister-in-law is not a widow and their children are not fatherless - that is ALL that matters.  


Reg had been driving through the country to their current job site.  He had been going about 120km/h (we all joke about how you can't not speed in our truck - when I drive it, I'm the jerk who goes 70 all through town) , but all of a sudden he felt the need to slow down to about 90.  He came to a crossroad; he had the right-of-way, and any crossing traffic had a yield sign.  Another truck was coming, and out of the blue, smoked through the yield.  Reg t-boned him.  


There were 2 guys in the other vehicle, which they were driving for work (an operation run by a rather shady character from out in those parts).  The boss/owner showed up minutes later, and then they all told Reg to tell the cops that the other guy had been driving.  Why?  Because the actual driver didn't even have a driver's license (turns out he had lost it from an accumulation of demerits over time).  Reg refused, and called the cops.  The driver of the other vehicle made a phone call, and a woman showed up.  He hopped in her car, and took off.  When the police arrived, the guy's boss gave his employee's address so they could track him down.  Turns out, though, that he had ran back to his place with the woman, completely cleaned out all of his belongings, and fled.  So now, he has more charges than if he had stayed put, AND there is a warrant out for his arrest.  Way to make a bad situation worse.  


We saw Reg the other day, and he showed us some photos of the truck.  The front end hardly exists anymore.  The engine was coming through the glove box.  The hood was standing at a 90 degree angle.  If I had seen the truck without knowing what had happened, I would definitely have thought that the driver didn't make it.  Couldn't have made it.  Everyone who saw the truck said that he should have died, or come out of it in a wheelchair.  


But he didn't.  He's walking, and talking.  He's just sore and has to wear a neck brace (which his 3 little girls so prettily decorated for him).  I love stories that show me so very clearly that God still loves to perform miracles. That's part of why I love Him so much.  


Another cool thing?  It's only a "coincidence" that he was driving our truck. He had borrowed it that weekend before to do some work around their farm, work that he had planned to do a few weeks earlier, and then ended up putting it off.  He wasn't even supposed to have our truck on Monday.  But, if he had been driving their work truck or car (both of which are older and kind of junky), this story would have had a much worse ending.   


I wish I had some photos to post.  We tried to get out to the lot to take some, but we couldn't get in, and there were some horribly ferocious "puppies" guarding the lot.  (They were doing a great job, I might add.)  I wish I could show you how terrible the truck looks.  And how great Reg looks, right afterwards.  I guess you'll just have to use your imagination. 


And I hope your imagination captures how incredible it all is.  How incredible our God is.