Beware Life’s Runaway Trucks

Beware Life’s Runaway Trucks
 I was serving my second tour in Washington, DC.  I worked a second job at the International Trade Center (aka the Ronald Reagan Building), about two blocks from the National Theater.  The National was playing “Caberet”, with Terri Hatcher, so I decided to surprise my wife with tickets. We parked at the ITC and started walking to the theater.
 It was a late Friday evening and both automobile and foot traffic were busy.  We stopped at a cross walk, waiting for permission to the cross.  A truck had parked at the curb, making it hard, for some, to see traffic. The sign flashed “Walk.” A petite young lady rushed forward.
 She was only a little over five feet tall, and as I stated the truck next to the curb blocked the view of traffic.  She could not see over the truck, but I could. There was a semi barreling down the road, not even slowing for the light. I yelled, but she never hesitated. I shoved between two people, grabbed the girls shoulder, and jerked her back.
 She spun around, cursing me.  At that moment the eighteen wheeler went barreling past, horn blaring. She stopped in mid-tirade, her jaw dropped, and mouth open.
 In a small voice she said “Thank you.”
 This is a true story, with a moral.  If life occasionally jerks you back, don’t curse. It may be God’s way of protecting you from life's runaway trucks.