Oct. 9, 2013 —
My only field of vision was straight up and the first face I recognized looking down at me was the county coroner.
Could I be hurt worse than I suspected? Then he smiled and I realized he was there as a fireman.
Later, in the emergency room, I got to talk with my bruised buddy, who also escaped serious injury in the crash.
We agreed that the Lord had blessed us both with good luck, skilled first responders and a great hospital, not to mention airbags and seatbelts.
Surely there is an easier way of bumping into an old friend.