Carolyn’s Story - “The Embankment Messenger”

I get up at 3:45 AM to start my work day. I must leave my house by 4:20 AM to reach my clinic for my 5:00 AM clock-in time. This particular morning, my car, which is a hybrid, shut down on the highway around 4:50 AM [url]. I heard it power down and quickly turned my wheel so that I was at least on the farthest side of the narrow road.

In the dark, I realized that trucks would soon be approaching my car, and since there was no lighting, I would be struck in the back. I grabbed my purse and threw my body over the guardrail, which was probably around four feet in height. This is the highway that runs to Little Rock, Arkansas, and it is a very heavily trafficked road. I knew that I was in a lot of trouble.

I put my arms up and started praising God. I called the police, but they never came to the scene. They did, however, call a tow truck for me. The tow truck driver arrived about ten minutes after the initial phone call. Until he arrived, I saw four semi-trucks come to a complete stop behind my bumper. I could easily see how they could have plunged into my car, as it was pitch black outside. I raised my hands and started to praise God for His faithfulness in protecting me and my car.

In the distance, I saw a hooded figure climb the embankment and cross over to where I was pacing back and forth. It was a young man, around 25 years old, with a hoodie tied under his chin. He reached for my hand and started to squeeze it. I couldn't really talk to him, as each approaching car was going at a very high speed and the tow truck had not arrived yet. We stood shoulder to shoulder, watching the cars pass and watching the trucks come to a standstill behind my Kia Seltos car. He said to me, "Ma'am, did you climb the guardrails by yourself?" I said, "Yes." He didn't say anything else.

The tow truck driver, Stacy, arrived, and he was mad that no police or utility vehicles had come to offer lighting to the situation. Stacy worked very quickly, using his big hands to rope the wheels onto a chain system that hoisted the car onto the back of his flatbed. He had bright lighting on his vehicle. I knew God sent that hooded man, and He also sent Stacy. My car would have been totaled, and my life in ruins, without God's intervention that morning.

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The Embankment Messenger

By Carolyn

Part 1: The Early Commute

I get up at 3:45 AM to start my work day. I must leave my house by 4:20 AM to reach my clinic for my 5:00 AM clock-in time. This particular morning, my car, which is a hybrid, shut down on the highway around 4:50 AM. I heard it power down and quickly turned my wheel so that I was at least on the farthest side of the narrow road.

Part 2: Over the Guardrail

In the dark, I realized that trucks would soon be approaching my car, and since there was no lighting, I would be struck in the back. I grabbed my purse and threw my body over the guardrail, which was probably around four feet in height. This is the highway that runs to Little Rock, Arkansas, and it is a very heavily trafficked road. I knew that I was in a lot of trouble.

Part 3: Standing in the Dark

I put my arms up and started praising God. I called the police, but they never came to the scene. They did, however, call a tow truck for me. The tow truck driver arrived about ten minutes after the initial phone call. Until he arrived, I saw four semi-trucks come to a complete stop behind my bumper. I could easily see how they could have plunged into my car, as it was pitch black outside. I raised my hands and started to praise God for His faithfulness in protecting me and my car.

Part 4: The Hooded Companion

In the distance, I saw a hooded figure climb the embankment and cross over to where I was pacing back and forth. It was a young man, around 25 years old, with a hoodie tied under his chin. He reached for my hand and started to squeeze it. I couldn't really talk to him, as each approaching car was going at a very high speed and the tow truck had not arrived yet. We stood shoulder to shoulder, watching the cars pass and watching the trucks come to a standstill behind my Kia Seltos car.

Part 5: An Astonishing Feat

As we watched the bottleneck clear, he looked at me and quietly asked, "Ma'am, did you climb the guardrails by yourself?" He was likely amazed that I had managed to scale that tall four-foot barrier entirely alone in the pitch dark. I simply looked at him and said, "Yes." He didn't say anything else, but just continued holding my hand to keep me anchored.

Part 6: Total Intervention

The tow truck driver, Stacy, arrived, and he was mad that no police or utility vehicles had come to offer lighting to the situation. Stacy worked very quickly, using his big hands to rope the wheels onto a chain system that hoisted the car onto the back of his flatbed. He had bright lighting on his vehicle. I knew God sent that hooded man, and He also sent Stacy. My car would have been totaled, and my life in ruins, without God's intervention that morning.