Proof The Bible Is True

“Move it, lady!” an angry man shouted from his pickup truck, swerving to narrowly avoid a collision with my car. “You’re gonna get someone killed!” yelled another driver, racing by. I jiggled my keys in the ignition again. Come on old girl, you can start, I thought.  Just give me enough to get to the shoulder. The engine revved, then seized and died. Kaput.

 

Why did my little sedan have to break down here? In the middle lane of rush hour traffic on Durango Drive, a busy road in Las Vegas. There was a gas station at the intersection up ahead, but I didn’t want to leave my car to find help. I’d turned on the hazard lights, but couldn’t stop thinking of some massive truck barreling into the sedan, causing a big pile up. No, I had to get this car to the shoulder.

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