So this morning after our 10AM prayer time – where we as a staff pray for our new pastor who we don’t know yet – I was talking with the ladies in the office and I decided to take a break from standing and lean up against one of the cubicle desks.
Oops.
Everything hit the ground, including me. It was splendid.
Fast forward 2 hours. After lunch @ Grace (where, by the way, I was asked by a young lady if I had a website – turns out she stumbled on stevansheets.com a couple weeks ago – weird!), I was driving back to the office on Winona Ave when the pickup truck in front of me slammed into a small Ford Focus station wagon that was turning in front of her.
CRASH!
It was ugly. I grabbed my cellphone and called 911 – the operator said help was on its way. I jumped out of my car to check things out – how are men wired that way? The lady in the truck was making her way out of her truck safely, but the two elderly women in the Focus were struggling. I walked up to their window, asked the lady’s name in the passenger’s side and she began to scream-cry with chest pain. NOT the reaction I was hoping for. I asked her name again and then asked her if I could pray for her. I prayed for her and she did quiet down a bit. A firetruck, an ambulance or two, and a bunch of guys in yellow coats showed up almost instantly.
I made my police report, met another witness – a Christian man that attends Wawasee Community Bible Church – where my buddy Josh Weiland is the youth pastor. We stood out in the rain waiting to haver our statements taken and eventually went on our merry little ways.
I’m pretty tired now after that ordeal.
I think I’ll go buy some caffeine now.
