In December 1986, I was driving a gasoline truck with 2500 gallons of gas in the tanks. A drunk driver turned across the road and stopped in front of me.
I hit him.
My truck rolled over, causing my tank to bust. At that point I was in a river of burning gasoline trying to find a way out of my smashed truck, and there seemed to be no way.
As I gave up the fight for life and realized I was going to die, a strange kind of peace came over me. I began to think of my wife and two small boys. What would they do without me? I powerless against what was happening to me.
I had lost my breath, and by reaction my body took a breath of flames.
within seconds of sure death, I ask in my heart and mind (GOD please don’t let me die)
That is when my miracle took place. The flames parted, there was fresh air for me, it was incredible. The flames were reported to be 80-100 feet high from the bystanders. Yet in all this there was a path through raw gasoline that would not burn until I was clear of the wreckage.
God is waiting for you right now, just call out to him. God heard me that day, He will hear you too.