Drugs and Violence Reduced $150k of Machinery into a Death Trap--and Launched a Ministry

From the Pages of Rescued Not Arrested...

"Nine-one-one,” the voice came muffled, the phone engulfed in his bloody, trembling hand.  “This is the nine-one-one operator,” the voice repeated. 

He lifted the phone to his ear.  “I …”

“Nine-one-one, I hear you sir.  What’s the emergency?”

His lips were thick, tongue swollen.  “I was in an … killed two people.  Car accident.” His slurred voice, raspy from the bile bubbling in his throat. 

“Sir, where is your location?”

He looked around, the world a haze.  The road stretched endlessly, north and south.  Location.  Where is your location?

“Sir?”

He shut his eyes tight, trying to remember, trying to see the road signs, where had he been?  He saw the road racing toward him at a hundred-thirty miles per hour; felt Alma’s touch; heard her laughter. Electrically alive only moments ago.

God help me!’

 “…you said there were fatalities?”

He nodded at the phone.

“Sir?’

“Help.  Send help.”

“Are you injured sir?”

He hung up.  Are you hurt?  Why are you not hurt?  You should be dead … deserve to be dead.
            His eyes focused on the wreckage.  Funny.  Sitting there, a crumpled heap, slightly askew in its lane, but he noticed that it was pointed in the right direction, sitting in the northbound lane, heading due north.  Had it not been crippled by the flattened tires and garroted undercarriage, he’d be driving now.  He’d be driving home.

And then he started to laugh.  Not a giddy laugh, but a hopeless cackle; the kind of despondent snort that echoes off of the emptiness of forlorn toil, the mind’s last tranquilizing defense against the onset of insanity.  Home was only a few miles away.  A few more miles and sweet Alma would be surrounded in downy luxury, trundled away and giggling in a king-sized playground, sparkling with life and surrounded in the zest of frivolity and carnal adventure. 

Life.

Instead, she lay in a forever sleep on a cold, shard-covered asphalt slab, drenched in the violent butchering and harsh elements of a nightmare—mercifully at an end for her—the beginning of a nightmare for him.