I was going into a Wendy’s Restaurant in Cleveland, Tennessee. All of a sudden a bunch of ambulances went by because of a nearby car wreck. I thought, “That may be some of my students.” I crossed the street, then thought, “No, there is nothing I can do.” So I turned around to cross back over. I looked and looked to make sure traffic was clear. As I stepped into the street, I looked again and saw a face in the windshield of the oncoming car. The next thing I knew I was jumping up, running into the restaurant. My arm was bloody. My shirt was torn. My jeans were torn. As I exited the restroom, the young man who hit me, and his mother, were there. They were hysterical. “Sir, Sir. Please, you must go to the hospital. You were under my car.” I said, “No, I’m fine. It’s not your fault. I stepped out in front of you.” I asked, “How fast were you going?” He said, “I was going 45 mph. When I looked up at the young man’s face in the oncoming car, I just went down easy. It was as if something just let me down. It didn’t even hurt.
During the next several hours, my kids begged me to go to the hospital to get checked. They told me many people had died the day after such trauma. I said, “No, I’m fine.” At that point, it was an awakening. He gave me a chance. God’s strong arm pulled me out of hell because I would have busted hell wide open. When I went back to school the next Monday, many of my students said, “What happened to your arm?” I said, “Let me tell you. I was hit by a car going 45 miles per hour. I should have been killed. I should have been thrown into trees or paralyzed, but by the grace of God I was spared. I wasn’t ready to go. I wasn’t a Christian. God gave me a chance that many people don’t get.” Ever since that day, when I get a chance, I witness to what God has done for me.