A friend of mine was driving through an intersection one day and his
little four-year-old son was in the car with him. The car door flew open,
and the little boy rolled out of the vehicle right into the middle of
traffic coming from four ways. The last thing my friend saw was
a set of car wheels just about on top of his son, moving at a very
fast rate of speed.
--- Author Unknown --- Sent in by Ruth Mack --- South Dakota
All he knew to do was cry, "JESUS!" As soon as he
could bring his car to a halt, he jumped out and ran to his son, who was
perfectly all right.
But the man driving the car that had almost hit
the child was absolutely hysterical. My friend went over to him and started trying to
"Man, don't be upset!" he said. "My son is all right, he's okay. Don't be concerned about it.
Just thank God you were able to stop!"
"You don't understand!" the man responded. "I
never touched my brakes!"