on the way home from auburn, wyatt and i passed a pretty nasty wreck that happened only moments before. a small sedan had blown a rear tire sending the car into a tailspin and eventually rolling multiple times. several cars were pulled over and about fifteen people were trying to help. the car in front of us pulls over. six college boys pile out and sprint to the car. one on his cell phone, seems to be calling 911. "should we pull over?" wyatt asks. i pause. in all reality, what are we going to do? be another clueless body gawking at the scene? probably. but my heart jerks. you simply do not pass on by people in need...even if there are several others willing to help. "pull over," i say, "what if no one out there knows cpr?" i am certified cpr and first aid. i dig through the bags in my car to find my pitiul first aid kit. it has things for small wounds. i feel sure this won't be helpful, but it may be better than nothing.
wyatt rushes to the overturned car along with several other men. one man comes running with a crow bar. they all lift and push...they get the car angled just enough to pry open the driver's side door with the crow bar. thank God she is conscious. doesn't seem to have any major injuries. the men tell her it's ok as she hangs upside down, eyes filled with tears. they promise to stay with her. they won't move her yet for fear of spinal injuries. we wait for the ambulance and paramedics.
as we hear sirens, wyatt and i get back in our car. others have stayed with the victim as they promised. we drive a few miles before speaking. "i'm glad we stopped," wyatt says. i agree, still a little shaky from it all.
as we drive, i thank God for each mile we go without a wreck. i begin to think about people and how God can use us. those college boys rushing to help. the men pushing the car and patiently waiting for help to arrive. the women watching anxiously as other cars whizz by them. no one had a reason to stop. no one knew the lady. but all those people did. there is surely some divine connection that causes us to feel, fear and care for others- whether you believe in it or not, its there. i saw it in a flipped car on 65.

i always wonder what to do in that "type" of situation & it's so true that good intent and kindness could never hurt. you will always be left saying "i'm glad we stopped".
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