Dear God, Are you still here?
Coming home one summer evening from a rather pleasant day, I decided my daughter and I would take a cab ride home instead of mass transit. Upon arrival to our home, the cabbie insisted he didn’t have change for my bill. He told me when we arrived, he’d go to the corner store and get change. I agreed.
Finally, we reached home. The cabbie proceeded to follow through with the agreement. Before I could even open my door, he jumped out with haste and dashed across the street. Then I realized the door was LOCKED!
Within the same instant, the car began to roll backwards. I checked both doors nervously. The windows wouldn’t budge. I started to panic because, of course, we’re in a cab with a large partition separating me from controlling the car! I started shouting, banging, and kicking at the windows frantically.
Then, I was scaring my child who was asking a thousand questions. As the car passed the next block, we began going down hill. Just my luck. Lord, can’t they see us? Two more blocks would be a notorious busy intersection. I began to plead with faces walking by. Our cries were unheard.
I embraced my daughter, waiting for an impact. Then, out of nowhere, a man started chasing the cab. He managed to not only catch up with us, but also open the front door and hit the breaks with his hand. He scraped up his arm and torso a bit, but his heroic acts kept us from a disaster.
He’d later tell me that he was taking his daughter to the park. And he didn’t think twice to leave her standing there to help. He’d risk his life and his daughter’s safety for us. We laughed about how he was in the right place at the right time. There are no coincidences, only GOD does that.
Monica, 32, Brooklyn, New York