I remember I was about 9 years old and we lived in Nebraska, but were on our way back to Illinois for a visit. There were not many interstate highways, then, and we were eastbound on old highway 30, somewhere in Eastern Nebraska. My brother and two sisters were sleeping in the back of Dad's 1938 Chevy, and it was raining so hard it was hard to see anything, most of all, the road ahead. But we knew Dad could do it if anyone could.
I, suddenly, came full awake, realizing Dad had stopped and I remember Mom asking him why he stopped? Somebody is standing in the middle of the road, he told her. He told her to lock the door as he got out to take a look. He went to investigate.
Shortly, he came back and Mom asked him who it was? He just shook his head and told her, there was NOBODY there! What was it, then? she questioned Dad. His answer sent chills up and down my spine when he told her. I don't know, but I saw someone and it's a good thing I went to look, because, the BRIDGE IS GONE...
The rain had washed the bridge out, and whoever, or whatever was in the road saved our lives that night.
My Dad was never what some people might call a religious man, but till he died many years later, he always believed somebody was 'looking out for us that night'.
Shortly, he came back and Mom asked him who it was? He just shook his head and told her, there was NOBODY there! What was it, then? she questioned Dad. His answer sent chills up and down my spine when he told her. I don't know, but I saw someone and it's a good thing I went to look, because, the BRIDGE IS GONE...
The rain had washed the bridge out, and whoever, or whatever was in the road saved our lives that night.
My Dad was never what some people might call a religious man, but till he died many years later, he always believed somebody was 'looking out for us that night'.
