My fifteen year-old son has been taking a school bus to high
school, a 25 minute route that is mostly on an expressway, since
September. Thus far it has been
uneventful, apart from the bus driver sleeping in one morning and one-time bus
stop made at a coffee shop where all the students disembarked before school to
make a purchase.
Yesterday at
supper time, however, he told us about something more dramatic. On the highway, fairly close to the end of
the route, there was a cube van in front of them and in the lane to their
right. Chunks of ice were coming loose
from its roof and landing on the road.
One chunk actually hit the windshield of the bus with a “thunk” and
cracked it, sending a few pieces of glass into the bus.
Providentially,
the bus driver was calm and unharmed.
He was able to maintain his
speed and presence of mind until
they reached their destination. These
kinds of incidents remind me that praying for safety is not to be done
flippantly, for the Lord does watch over our comings and goings much more than
we are usually aware.
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