I got home from a sweet sixteen in Chicago at about 11:30. I was extremely tired, so I went straight to my room. But a few minutes later, we heard a smash outside of our house. Some druggie took out two mailboxes, almost hit a family, and totalled 2 cars. One car was still on the street, but the other was wedged between the one car and an electrical box about 4 feet from where the one car was parked. The guy was running on his rims (without tires on his car), and still stopped at a stop sign.... why, I'm not sure. One policeman managed to stop him, but as soon as he got pulled over, there were another 5 police cars there. They threw the man out of his car, and tackled him to the ground. He stayed there while the fire trucks hosed off his car since fluid was leaking from it, because basically his car was totalled, too. However, he was too high to realize it. But, thank the Lord no one got hurt, and somehow the driver didn't kill himself. It was pretty insane, though. Through all this, I saw God. You know, God shows up at the most irrelevent moments. He spared the driver, the totalled cars' owers, and the Mexican family's lives. I saw how amazing He is. The driver should be dead. He should be because his car was crushed. But, for some reason, he didn't die. And, I didn't either. If I would've come home all but a few minutes later, I may not be here right now.
Even though it's taking me a while to fully process all this, I know I am extremely grateful and thankful for the lives spared tonight. 6 lives were protected, and I seriously cannot thank God enough.
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