The van is NOT. Fine, that is.
Daniel was on his way home from London and inadvertently turned onto Ilderton Road. He travelled only a few moments before realizing that he turned too soon, then took his foot off the gas pedal, coasting for a bit. Deciding simply to continue on until he could make a left turn, he slowly put the gas pedal back on.
The van fish-tailed. Dan gulped, and corrected. Perhaps he over-corrected a bit, or perhaps the freezing rain had caused so much ice to build up that it was a lost cause. Either way, he ended up skidding BACKWARDS into a steep ditch. The van flipped one and a quarter times, coming to rest on the passenger side.
It's toast.
But Daniel and Elena are fine.
For that, I am very thankful. Vans can be replaced. Kids cannot.
I think, therefore I write. I write what God is teaching me as a Student of the Word in an obscure part of rural Ontario.
So, did you take pictures?
ReplyDeleteActually, he corrected it twice.
ReplyDeletePraise the Lord that even though tools were flying everywhere Dan and I weren't hit or hurt.
Tools flying? That sounds like our vehicle. Always good to have a safe and happy ending to those stories.
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