I stopped at the stop sign. I was about to pull out when a car barreled over the hilltop. I waited.
As it passed, I observed the face of the driver. His skin looked like a wrinkled parchment. His hair was as white as snow. And he might have been sitting on a thick cushion to see over the steering wheel. Noah’s grandfather, Methuselah, came to mind.
He passed, and I pulled out onto the highway behind him.
There was an “S” curve ahead, and I thought I’d have to dial 911 for the poor soul. He went toward the ditch, then to the center line and the car, a mere six inches on the other side. He seemed oblivious to his surroundings.
But he made it past all those obstacles and zoomed ahead with vigor.
I caught up to him as he slowed down for the red light. He was halfway in the left turning lane and the straight lane. Then decided it would be best to go straight at the last minute.
There was a sticker on his back window. The words were white, and there was no background, which made it hard to read. I couldn’t ever make it out. I didn’t want to get too close, just in case he decided to throw the car in reverse.
While we were waiting for the green light, he suddenly started to edge across the highway. Then he stopped. Now I don’t know for sure why he changed his mind, but I’m going to guess that it was the eighteen-wheeler that hurtled past his front bumper.
I think it was at this particular moment in time when he realized that the color of the light truly does matter.
At this point, I’m wondering if tonight is the night when it’s his time to cross over to the other side if you know what I mean.
He made it across the intersection safely. But his swerving and accelerating had me wondering if I should call 911 to check for possible inebriation.
Finally, after causing much consternation, he caught sight of his destination — Domino’s Pizza.
He slowed his car down in the middle of the road, almost as if the turning lane was nonexistent, and I could finally read the sticker on his back window — his brake lights, coupled with my headlights, lit it up nicely.
It read, “With God, all things are possible.”
Yes, indeed, good sir. The fact that you and your car are still in one piece is proof of that.
Because only God could make that possible.
to those who are walking miracles,
– Caleb
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