My son Jeff is the Deli Manager for a grocery story in the small town of Colfax,
WA, which is about 50 miles south of Spokane where he lives. His days start very
early, usually leaving for work around 3:00 AM. The stretch of highway between
Spokane and Colfax is rolling "Palouse", or wheat field country, with farmhouses
dotting the highway here and there.
Recently, Jeff was making the familiar trip along the empty rural highway when
his dashboard lights went out. He carefully continued to his destination and
began to work on fixing the problem. Once fixed he was able to put it out of his
mind and carry on with his daily routine.
The next morning Jeff was again making the long trip from Spokane to Colfax when
his headlights went out. He slammed on his brakes as he faced a wall of total
darkness. Frustration set in as he found himself sitting in the middle of a dark
highway with no lights to warn another car he was there.
Jeff tried to find out what the problem was this time, and finally resorted to
frantically pushing every button on the dash. Suddenly, the flashers began to
beat their steady rhythm and Jeff sighed with some relief. At least others could
see that he was on the highway and an accident could be avoided.
Jeff noticed that he could see the center line with the aid of the flashers if
he drove five to ten miles an hour. Since there were no other options, Jeff
decided to creep toward Colfax at the snails pace. About that time a car's
headlights appeared in his rear view mirror.
The car went around Jeff, but after pulling back in front of him it continued up
the highway a short distance then stopped and waited for Jeff to catch up. Once
Jeff was behind the car, the driver put on their high beams and continued toward
Colfax with Jeff able to see enough to follow.
Just at the edge of Colfax, where the street lights begin and about two blocks
from Jeff's work, the road forks to the right and goes south to Walla Walla. The
driver turned off at this point. Jeff continued on to work never knowing if the
driver of the other car was a man or a woman, for words were never spoken and in
the darkness he couldn't see.
After Jeff told me this story, I felt compelled to write about it. It doesn't
matter if the driver was a man or woman, young or old, earth born or Heaven
sent. They were literally an angel of "light" to Jeff that morning.
Susan Stevens summr@msn.com
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