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Mom Did You See It?

Barbara was driving her six-year-old son, Benjamin, to his piano
lesson.  They were late, and Barbara was beginning to think she
should have cancelled it.  There was always so much to do, and
Barbara, a night-duty nurse at the local hospital, had recently
worked extra shifts.  She was tired.  The sleet storm and icy
roads added to her tension.  Maybe she should turn the car around.

"Mom!" Ben cried, "Look!"

Just ahead a car had lost control on a patch of ice.
As Barbara tapped the brakes, the other car spun wildly,
rolled over, then crashed sideways into a telephone pole.

Barbara pulled over, skidded to a stop and threw open her door.
Thank goodness she was a nurse, she might be able to help these
unfortunate passengers.

Then she paused.  What about Ben?  She couldn’t take him with
her; little boys shouldn’t see scenes like the one she anticipated.

But was it safe to leave him alone?  What if their car was hit
from behind?  For a brief moment Barbara considered going on her
way.  Someone else was sure to come along.  No!
"Ben, honey, promise me you’ll stay in the car!"

"I will, Mommy," he said as she ran, slipping and sliding,
toward the crash site.

It was worse than she’d feared.  Two girls of high school age
were in the car.  One, the blonde on the passenger side, was
dead, killed on impact.  The driver, however was still breathing.

She was unconscious and pinned in the wreckage.
Barbara quickly applied pressure to the wound in the teenager’s
head while her practiced eye catalogued the other injuries.
A broken leg, maybe two, along with probable internal bleeding.
But if help came soon, the girl would live.

A trucker had pulled up and was calling for help on his cellular
phone.  Soon Barbara heard the ambulance sirens.  A few moments
later she surrendered her lonely post to rescue workers.

"Good job," one said as he examined the driver’s wounds,
"You probably saved her life, ma’am."  Perhaps.  But as Barbara
walked back to her car a feeling of sadness overwhelmed her,
especially for the family of the girl who had died.

Their lives would never be the same.  Oh God, why do such things
have to happen?  Slowly Barbara opened her car door.

What should she tell Benjamin?
He was staring at the crash site, his blue eyes huge.

"Mom," he whispered, "did you see it?"

"See what, Honey?" she asked.

"The angel, Mom!  He came down from the sky while you were
running to the car.  And he opened the door, and he took that
girl out."

Barbara’s eyes filled with tears.  "Which door, Ben?"

"The passenger side.  He took the girl’s hand, and they floated
up to heaven together."

"What about the driver?"

Ben shrugged.  "I didn’t see anyone else."

Later Barbara was able to meet the families of the victims.
They expressed their gratitude for the help she had provided.
Barbara was able to give them something more — Ben’s vision.

There was no way he could have known by ordinary means who was
in the car or what had happened to either of the passengers.
Nor could the passenger door have been opened.  Barbara had seen
it’s tangle of immovable steel herself.  Yet Ben’s account
brought consolation to a grieving family.  Their daughter was
safe in heaven, and they would see her again.

~Author Unknown~


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