When I was 19 years
old I lived in Tracy, California. One night I was out with some friends in
Stockton, about 20 miles away. I was driving home alone about 2 am on old
Highway 50. The highway splits into two high narrow bridges over the San
Joaquin River, one for north bound and one for south bound traffic. The bridges
are steep so that you can’t see the other side.
There was no
traffic on the road at that hour and I was traveling the speed limit. I was in
the left hand lane going up the south-bound bridge when, for some unexplained
reason, I steered into the right hand lane. A moment later I was in the middle
of the bridge when out of nowhere, a car came speeding the wrong way in the
lane I had just left.
If I hadn’t changed
lanes there would have been a head on collision in the middle of that high
narrow bridge. There was nowhere to go except over the edge into the river
below. I know that I would not have survived the crash or the river.
Decades later I
still shiver at the thought of what could have happened that night. There was
no reason for me to change lanes. I was saved by an angel that night, I’m
absolutely sure.
Mary (Kiser)
Bartlein
Panther Ridge,
Manatee Fl.
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