describes the German autobahn and when our car had a heart attack in the middle lane, Rachel and I gasped as cars swerving violently to miss us. Helpless, we could not start the car, move it or know how to call the police and frantically tried to find the flashers of this borrowed car. A car pulled up behind and put on it’s flashers. Trucks and cars hurtled passed, as I stepped out, did the phone sign and hollared to call the police. Did they understand English? We sat there. Did he call the police? Ten forever minutes later blue flashing lights. Stopping the traffic, backing us to the side and calling a tow truck, the policeman’s look said enough. I still wonder if the elderly couple who stayed behind us until the police arrived were angels.
The Lord counts the number of our days so we want to make each day count.