Thanks for Traveling Mercies

Saturday afternoon my wife and I were coming home after doing some yard work for an elementary school, and I had my left turn signal on, and was stopped waiting to turn onto my street. The car approaching from the other direction was such a distance that I could have made it, had I been in a hurry--but I wasn't, so I waited. In a few seconds a yellow Corvette came up behind me at such a speed that I thought for sure we would be nailed in the rear, and I let my bride know. She screamed. At the same time, I gave it some gas to give the Corvette more stopping distance. He was still coming at a good rate, and then he sharply turned left onto my street like I had intended on doing--after the approaching car had passed. He obviously didn't wait for that. He pulled a little way down our street and after we did too. I got out of the car to ask if he was OK. He apologized for his lack of attention; I said something like we all make mistakes, and then gave him a line from Hill Street Blues Sgt. Phil Esterhaus who said, "Hey, let's be careful out there!" I am sorry that I don't have video to post here, but I may be watching reruns of this show in my dreams for weeks to come. We are so thankful to the Lord for sparing us from an accident.