Southbound in the far right lane on I-35 on Nov. 28, my car was struck violently by a vehicle I never saw. It hit the left rear of my car; the airbag deployed, so I couldn’t see out of the windshield. The driver of the truck or car that hit me drove on and didn’t stop. My car spun wildly, careening across the other two lanes, hit the concrete median on the front right side and came to rest facing the wrong way.
Three drivers pulled over on the shoulder, crossed the highway and came to my aid. The first was a young man who opened the passenger-side door to ask if I was hurt. Then he came around and helped me out of the driver’s door. Two women also came to help. One woman embraced me and prayed aloud, thanking God that I was safe. The other woman assisted me in calling my husband and found my glasses by the side of the road.
Of course, the police, fire department and paramedics came promptly. Of course, I am thankful for these professionals. But it was the three who arrived first and who came voluntarily (and who took great risk in crossing the highway on foot) who have so touched and moved me emotionally. I failed to ask them for their names, though I did give them mine and my husband’s.
The young man went to the trouble of tracking us down online. He discovered that my husband was a retired Baylor professor and he then called local churches to see if he could learn if we were members and if I was OK. Amazingly, he connected with our church! I was thus able to learn his name and phone number. He and I have now exchanged texts and have spoken by phone. Douglas, you know what a hero you are to me and to my husband. And now the young woman who came to my aid and helped with calling my husband and otherwise comforting me has reached out to me. Her name is Amanda, and so, Amanda, you too are a hero to me!
I am thankful for seat belts and airbags, as I know these safety devices in modern cars saved my life. But I am also thankful for my three Good Samaritans who comforted and reassured me, helping me deal emotionally with a traumatic and frightening experience. I’d so appreciate knowing the third angel. The newspaper has my contact information.
Mrs. Robert M. Baird, Waco
Have you ever been driving and witnessed some fellow driver do something so wrong and so dangerous as to place the lives of law-abiding drivers at risk of death? We have all been placed in jeopardy by these drivers. We either silently or out loud say: “Where is a policeman when you really need one?”
I wonder how many of the victims of mass shootings, in their last moments, mused: “Where is a man/woman with a gun to protect us?” Guns don’t kill people. People kill people. Guns are a tool, used to protect and/or defend, or may be employed to do evil. As I write this, I truly know the good dwarfs the evil.
Dan Dayton, West