Picture this scene: It was around May 1st, 1971. I was 17 years old, a sophomore in high school. My brother had just finished installing an engine in his 1966 Thunderbird. After placing the hood back on, he decided to take it for a test drive. He had also replaced the tires, so our other brother followed in his car to help check the speedometer. About two miles outside of town, traveling at roughly 60 mph, the Thunderbird’s hood flew open, obscuring the driver’s view. In an attempt to navigate blindly, we hit a ditch and lost control. The car rolled multiple times, finally coming to rest on its side in a plowed field. During those terrifying moments, my life flashed before my eyes.
In a moment of desperation, I cried out to God for help while being thrown around in the car. Suddenly, I found myself on the ground, staring up at the precarious vehicle. My brother, having seen everything, watched as the car came to rest amidst a haze of dust on its side. Upon being thrown from the car, the driver miraculously landed upright, whereas I lay on my back, struggling to breathe. They swiftly put me into the back seat of another car and rushed me to the hospital.
After the examination, I was released with a doctor’s note exempting me from P.E. for a month. By some miracle, I sustained no fractures, just sore back muscles.
The car’s roof had collapsed onto the seats. At that time, seatbelts were not required, which explains why we were ejected from the vehicle. I am eternally thankful for the divine protection we received that day. Praise God!
Experienced by Paul V. Lundmark
Share Life Ministries 