Proof The Bible Is True

Two things are always in short supply when you are a college student: sleep and money with which to go home. Margarete was away at college, a hardworking, diligent college sophomore. The Christmas holidays were soon approaching, which meant a trip home was almost in sight. But as always, college professors haven’t much heart and usually schedule tests during the last three or four days preceding vacation, so sleep was hard to come by.

Grandma Hendley had sent the funds for Margarete’s long bus ride home. As soon as the last class was over, Margarete made her way to the bus depot loaded down with packages and a few presents. She quickly purchased her ticket and boarded the bus.

She was thankful that her first choice in seats was available–the very last seat next to the back door–where she could stretch out and sleep without interruption all the way to her destination of Mankato, Minnesota. Stretching out with no one to bother her with questions or break into her sleep felt like such a luxury.

The only sounds that filled the bus were the quiet murmurs of other passengers and the steady hum of the tires on the highway. Such were the comforting, soothing sounds that lulled a tired college sophomore to sleep. As she slept, the motion of the bus and her tossing pushed her shoulders against the back door.

Suddenly, without warning, the back emergency exit door swung open with Margarete wedged against it! Her head and shoulders hung out the open door–awakening her instantly–and she felt herself falling into the blackness of the night toward the hard concrete of the highway.

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