A nineteen-year-old girl hit by a drunk driver nearly dies at the scene of the accident. The emergency workers can’t extricate her from her badly mangled car and her vital signs are failing fast. The emergency crew make the last-ditch decision to stand the car upright and risk drastically altering the girl’s body pressure so they can have another go at getting her out.
Throughout the process, the young woman talks about her church and her future plans of dentistry. She stayed calm, “never cried, never screamed.” Her car was a ball of metal, lying on the driver side, and after forty-five minutes, she was still stuck.
Just before emergency workers moved the car into a new position, she asked that someone pray with her.
“I will,” said a new voice. A six-foot tall, silver-haired man clothed in black pants, black shirt, with a white collar insert appeared as if out of nowhere. The fire chief noted how unusual it was to have him show up when the street was blocked off two miles from the scene.
Odder still, no one recognized him.
There were only local people present from four different towns, and only one Catholic church out of three towns, the fire chief said. And this wasn’t their priest.
The priest stood tall above the emergency workers who were kneeling on the ground as he began to pray with the girl. He took out a bottle of anointing oil and sprinkled it on the girl. A nearby firefighter said it looked like he also sprinkled it on the fire chief and two other emergency workers.
Everything was in place to move the car, and soon afterwards the girl’s vitals improved and she was removed from the vehicle. The emergency crew looked around to thank the priest, but he had disappeared.
Later, in all sixty-nine photographs of the scene and extrication, the priest is nowhere to be seen.
The girl’s mother said the emergency workers told her there was no way her daughter should have survived an accident with such a crushed car.
Was the priest an angel in disguise? Could this really happen? Would an instrument of God appear to bring life? Why would it happen now, when so many people refuse to believe it’s even possible?
What do you believe? Do you believe in the supernatural, the divine, the promise of eternal life? Do you choose to place your bets on something more? Something far beyond what our eyes can see or our minds comprehend?
This is only the beginning, the first chapter. Your story is far from over. So what’ll it be?