Too Young To Die
Thanks to one of our guests for this experience
I am a registered nurse and several years ago while working a swing shift I encountered this tragedy. My 10 year old daughter was very ill upon arriving home from a long seemingly endless shift. My step daughter offered to drive me to the only available store for 7-up and Tylenol that night.
We arrived at the store only to find it was closed. I felt compelled to take a different route back to the house, even though our gas was low, I felt an almost pulling sensation to take this long un exhibited road that truckers use to park out side the town of Galt. While passing a few big rigs, I looked out the car window to see smoke. The smoke was coming from a very recent accident and a man standing out side the car, was bent over, looking into the drivers side.
While we were passing, the man stood upright. And although it was after midnight, the street lighting glared brightly, and my eyes met with his. I yelled to my step daughter to stop, there’s been an accident. I told my step daughter that the man standing out side the car looked like he needed help. My step daughter turned to me and said; “what man”? I didn’t see anyone.
I again said stop, he may need help. Against her wishes, she stopped, put the car in reverse until parked next to the car that was in question. The man still standing by the drivers side window, ran around the wrecked vehicle and appeared to duck down on the other side. I said to my step daughter, see that man, he ran around the other side and ducked, he is probably scared.
My step daughter said; “I don’t see anyone”. I got out of our car yelling to this man, do you need help? My hands rose in the air I again repeated, do you need help? I am a registered nurse and I can help. All the while, I am talking to this stranger. I follow the man to where I saw him crouch down on the other side of the wreck. I am still talking to him; “don’t be afraid, I can help”. As I find my way around the wreck, I find no man, only a vehicle so badly wrecked; it looked like a can opener had split it down the middle, making it only ½ a car.
Lay over the crushed side of what was the passenger’s side of a Lincoln continental, a young boy, bleeding profusely. I looked around for the man I saw but he vanished into thin air. Realizing it was a spiritual form I saw leading me to this young boy, I screamed to my step daughter, go get help now! There is a boy who needs help here, and hurry, I’ll stay. When help arrived, a police officer approached me to inquire about the man my step daughter said I saw. I looked at the officer only to detail she was mistaken.
Several nights later I drove my teenage son and some of his friends over to the wrecking yard to show them what happens to young boy’s who take their parents car, with out permission, joy riding. My second eldest son sat in the passenger’s seat and three of his friends peered from the back seat into a yard that lays graveyard to that black Lincoln continental. With gasps of disbelief and silence for the life taken, the boys sat frozen.
It began to sprinkle and as I turned on the wipers, a small pick up drove up on the passengers side of my car. My son rolled down his window to respond to the mystery vehicle. I looked over and gasped at the face I saw starring back at us. It was the man beside the wrecked car that night.
The man, visibly distraught inquired; “did you know Jason?” The car you’re looking at, do you know what happened? Still in disbelief, I mumbled, no I did not know the young man but I was the first to arrive on the scene that fatal night. The man began to beg me to come over to his house to detail what I knew of that night; coincidently this man lived across the street from my paternal mother.
He drove away just as he had appeared, suddenly. We were all shocked at what had just happened and talked about how eerie it felt. A couple more days later I decided to take a long walk. I chose to walk the quiet stretch of road where truckers park, and where the accident had occurred. I was walking and thinking of the man who was begging me to come sit and detail the scene of the accident. I am trying to make sense of it all while approaching the site of the accident.
I notice some one has set up a memorial of sorts with pictures and letters to the boy known as Jason. I stop to read, to our Jason preceded in death by his father, we will miss you, lovingly your fathers twin, your other father, uncle… at that moment, I realized everything strange and UN explainable. What had not made sense, made more sense than could be imagined, especially in the spiritual realm?
This is but one of many incidents I have experienced in my life. Those around me are comfortable in knowing, there are no ends to the possibilities of this journey we are born to travel, and then some.
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