An Encounter with Two Lorries

July 2006

One lunch time, I needed to go to the Post Office to collect an important parcel. Since I only had an hour to get there and back, I found myself driving in a hurry. I was stuck behind a lorry who was going ever so slow. I checked ahead and saw that the road was nice, long and straight. Nothing was coming the other way, so I decided to overtake.

As I was overtaking the lorry, it became apparent to me that the lorry was double the length that I thought it was, which meant that I needed more road and more time to overtake it. The straight road ahead started to bend sharply right. I was, by now, 3/4 through the overtaking process. I thought I can just about make it - if nothing comes round that corner! Of course as soon as I thought that, a huge lorry appeared. It was coming towards me. I couldn't abort my overtaking as it would take me longer to break and get behind the lorry I was overtaking than it would for me to speed up and try to get in front of it. I had to decide quickly. It was a risk to speed up and to try and finish the overtaking, but that was what I decided to do.

As I sped up, the oncoming lorry got closer and closer to me at which point I realise that I may not make it after all. Death was staring at me in the face. I knew that if I hit the oncoming lorry, it would be fatal; I would be crushed, flattened and I would not survive. I screamed out to God and said,"God, if this is my time then so be it, but let me end up with You". I gave myself to God, and I closed my eyes because I didn't want the lorry to be the last thing I see before I die. 

I kept waiting for the noise of the crash, but it didn't come. I thought maybe I'd missed it because I had died? I opened my eyes, and to my surprise I found myself in front of the lorry I was overtaking. The other (oncoming) lorry zoomed right past me, with horn fully blown. I looked at my hands, they were still on the steering wheel; I looked down at my feet, they were still there, shaking like a leaf. What just happened, God?

I realised that I was still driving, so I tried to gain control of the car and continued driving with my shaky legs, in a state of shock. I pulled over at the earliest opportunity, prayed and thanked God that He had saved me. Then I felt a peace come over me, and God saying that I had made a silly decision to overtake, but that He saved me because He still has plans for me. I began to be more thoughtful about life, about what it meant and what my purpose was on earth. I felt a renewing of my mind taking place.

When I got home at the end of that day, my husband greeted me. He kissed me like usual and asked how my day was. I just smiled said said it was OK, but in my heart a voice whispered, "It could have been a different day! He could have not been kissing you, but could have been crying his eyes out, devastated at your death with unrecognisable body". I cherished his greeting and his kisses so much more than I would normally, and I thanked God again for saving me.

The following Saturday, I went to church as normal, listened to the sermon. To my surprise, the sermon started with a story of how a Christian family got killed in a lorry crash. The pastor talked about how precious time is, and how we need to keep renewing our mind spiritually because we only have a finite amount of physical time. This really spoke to me and I knew God was in that sermon, giving me this message. So I took it all on board.

I couldn't tell my husband my encounter with the two lorries. I was afraid of upsetting him. However, 3 months later, I was inspired to tell the story to the whole church. It was then that my husband heard it for the first time.

You may have heard it said, "Life is short, so make the most of it!But I tell you the truth, the only way to make the most of life is to live for God, live for His purpose because it is only then that you will find the true meaning of life!