Grateful Me

Pat Nielson,
Innisfail, Alberta
October 4, 2013

I remember something that happened to me a few years ago when I was travelling to Red Deer College (a college in central Alberta). I was coming home late at night by myself, probably after the class I took from anthropologist, Dr. Shawn Haley. It was bitter cold and some flakes were starting to fall on the windshield. About 3 miles out of Red Deer on the Queen Elizabeth highway, smoke seemed to be coming out of the engine so quickly I stopped, popped the hood and jumped out to look at things. I did not have on gloves or a hat and was wearing a very thin coat. I had not turned the motor off. Things were bubbling so it seemed smart to turn the car off. That is when I discovered that I had somehow accidentally locked the car door behind me.

I was scared! The car was boiling! I was freezing and terrified of who might stop. It was a loud "Heavenly Father help" moment and instantly a man ran across the median. He would never have known who I was from the other side. Would you believe it was a man I knew and he was able to help me!

It was like a three-way call - instant up and instant down. Good man, great God, grateful me.