The second significant mission experience happened to me also before I went to the mission home. Just two weeks before the mission, I was taking my Dad to work one morning. The way home was along a four-lane divided highway. I was coming up this highway and curving to the left when down the highway came a pickup truck with a camper on it. This truck was going awful fast and the next thing I knew was that the truck jumped over the concrete divider between the two oposing lanes of traffic and was coming right towards me head on. I didn't have time to do anything more than close my eyes and think well, spirit world here I come.
Well nothing happened. I opened my eyes up thinking what would the spirit world look like and I was still in my little car heading up the hill. The pickup truck was right behind me still on the wrong side of the road crusing down the hill.
I soon came home and my mother noticed I was all white and asked what happened. I told her and she said her prayers were answered. She was always praying for us kids.
To this day, I don't know how I missed hitting that truck head on and being killed. I feel the Lord wanted me to serve a mission in Mexico and not in the spirit world.
Dad
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