One night in March 2012, we were on our way home from a wedding. Driving back across town, we kept noticing police cars patrolling heavier than usual and decided they must be looking for someone. We shrugged and took the usual shortcut home.
At one particular point in the shortcut, we had to cross a highway, travel it for a block, and turn onto a curvy back road. Just as we entered the highway, we noticed several police cars, lights flashing, speeding toward us - my husband stopped counting at nine cars - obviously chasing someone. Glad we were going a different way, I turned onto the street we needed... just as I heard brakes squeal and a car skidding. The car the police were chasing was taking the same turn!
Quickly, I pulled our minivan onto the shoulder to let the chase pass us by. However, they were all going too fast to easily make the turn. Vehicles were going all around us left and right, headlights bouncing, lights flashing, and sirens blaring. When they were gone, I took my foot off the brake and took a different way home.
The miraculous part is this: there wasn't room for them to pass us on the right! As they came flying around us, it was too dark to realize the precarious situation of us all. On the right there was a ditch and steep embankment. In front of us there were power poles, a cement post for gas lines, a small tree, and a street sign - but somehow they had missed all of that and us! Oh, and one last thing... the guy they were chasing had been shooting at people earlier and that is why they were chasing him. Fortunately, he didn't choose to shoot at that time though I'm sure he was too busy driving like a maniac.
Angels were watching over us!
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