Our Tennessee Waltz

4922080300_7000d2b30b_bWe didn’t realize what was on the road ahead of us.

We were expecting our first child and were dancing on air. I was sicker than a dog but certain it would all be good. Even better when my husband, Dave’s tour of duty in the Navy would be over and we could get on with life. He had just completed training in the Navy.

Within a month we would receive orders on where he would be stationed. Having no ‘home’ to return to we relied on our parents. Two weeks each should get us through the wait.

We loaded our goods in a small rented trailer and headed for Michigan.  Living in Millington, Tennessee was much like camping. We were there a mere four months so only had the bare essentials.

As we traveled, Dave commented, “Soon we are going to have to get some gas.”

Then I feel asleep. Allow me to note here, nagging can be a good thing and sleeping on the job not so good. We ran out of gas.

I was awake by then and we reasoned he would walk up the incline to see if there was a gas station nearby.

Did I mention this was wintertime? The poor guy was wearing those lovely polyester pants so popular at that time. They had zero warmth and the wind was blowing.

I glanced around our stranded location. It occurred to me I should have warned him not to accept any rides.

Don’t be silly, he’s a grown man. He wouldn’t do anything as risky as getting into a stranger’s car.

My gaze returned to his path in time to see him climbing into a car that pulled over for him. Panic seized me and instantly I lost it. Mentally I knew he was going to be slaughtered and thrown out in some ditch. I sat there sobbing at the side of the road, waiting for the police to come tell me the horrible news.

I was going to have to raise this child alone. What would become of us?

As expected, the police came. Having seen our car at the side of the road, and Dave walking back my way with a gas can, they picked him up. How dare he be alive and well! I was still in my devastated mode trying to figure out how I would carry on without him.

After settling me down, we traveled on, stopping for the night. We awoke the next morning to snow. A lot of snow. Dangerous driving kind of weather.  But continue we must.

The traffic made two ruts of the road. In front of us cars were losing control left and right providing several close encounters. Miraculously no one hit us. It’s frightening to have a vehicle heading right for us and seeing the passengers inside screaming.  However, they did clear a path allowing us forge on.

We were almost at our destination when the transmission gave out on the car.

Lord, what more?

I’ve since learned not to ask him that.

In that month long wait, a family member got me a doctor appointment concerning my excessive morning sickness.  The meds were costly, but they got me over the hump and I felt much better.

Looking back at that ‘season’ of life I’m in awe of God’s protection. True, we experienced some thrills and chills but thankfully nothing on earth lasts forever. His love does.

 

The Drive-by Incident

Drive-by shootings came to my attention in the 1980’s. They were in the news on a regular basis.

I got to experience one and lived to tell about it.

I was behind the wheel of Big Blue, our full-size van. The bulk of it gave me a false sense of security.

I was enroute to pick up my daughter at her friend’s home.The street was a pleasant drive, except for this particular day.

To my left was a line of trees, just beyond them, Westland Mall. The right side was a series of apartment buildings.

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The White Van

Out of nowhere a white van came racing up from behind, tailgating me. He stayed there for a few minutes.

Thinking he might want to pass, I slowed down. So did the white van.

I was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

Eventually it came up beside me, keeping pace with my speed.

When I sped up, so did this van. I slowed down, likewise did the van, staying right by my side.

Feeling Stalked

My discomfort grew into feeling stalked. In my mind I was certain if I acknowledged their presence, I would be looking down the barrel of a gun. So I refused to turn my head. I chose not to make that the last thing I saw before I was shot.

After what seemed like hours, the van raced ahead, disappearing just as suddenly as it appeared. I took a deep breathe. savoring life.

Hello Police?

Today, I might have done things differently. For starters, taken down the licence number.

But for what?

Hello Police? I want to report a van that scared me.

Nothing happened. It was over and the van was gone. There was nothing the police could do.

Looking back on this non event, I’m convinced God was with me. I will be forever grateful for how He looked after my safety, regardless of where I was at spiritually.

At that time, I wasn’t giving the Lord much thought.

Interesting, isn’t it, how 20/20 hindsight gives a better view of reality?