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Many of you know that I have had a real craving for motorcycles for most of my life. We all agree that riding motorcycles is a risky endeavor. Each time my friends and I got together to go riding we referred to the activity as going to dodge cars, which is a large part of the sport. Riding a motorcycle on a crowded interstate is like running with the bulls. Many times I have been in tight spots, but each time God’s favor kept me from a serious accident.<\/p>\n
One summer in 2001 I was working on my favorite motorcycle on the license plate I had her name engraved “Lady Bug”. She was a customized red and black 2000 Honda Valkyrie. I had just received a package from UPS, and I knew it had to be my new highway pegs, made for stretching out your legs and resting your feet while riding on the highway. After I had installed them, I thought I needed to go and try them out. I had a number of different routes I had created over the years, and this one needed to be a long ride with lots of curves. I chose the Lake Worth route, a curvy narrow road with loads of trees. I headed out to make sure that when I took the curves that my pegs did not drag on the pavement, at least that was my excuse for riding one more time before the day was over.<\/p>\n
As I exited off the interstate, making my way around the lake, I noticed that my left peg was grinding the pavement on each turn. At one sharp curve I decided to look down and see how much I needed to adjust it to keep it off the road. Anyone who rides motorcycles knows the rule: wherever you look is where your motorcycle will go. You guessed it, since I was looking down my bike and I were going down. When I finally realized I had messed up it was almost too late; very quickly, I overcorrected my error and I landed in the ditch. When it was all over I found myself flat on my back with 750 pounds of hot metal on top of me. Fortunately, the ground was sandy and soft from a recent rain, which kept the bike from crushing me; however, I was not able to get out from under its weight.<\/p>\n
Lying there with my leg burning from the exhaust pipes, I began to assess the fact that I needed help. This lake road was not well traveled, but, fortunately, in just a few minutes I heard a car coming around the corner. Slowing down, the driver very quickly rolled down the window then this nice lady asked if she needed to go for help. Embarrassed and still not ready to let go of my pride I thanked her but declined her assistance. I kept trying to dig my way out, but it was just not enough to get free. Then another lady stopped and said she had a mobile phone and she could call for help; once again I declined.<\/p>\n
Finally, I gave in and prayed these exact words: “Lord, I need a hand. Please help me get out of here.” In just a few seconds, a jeep came around the bend and a small fellow stuck his head out and asked if I needed help. Without hesitation I said, YES! As he walked toward me I noticed he only had one arm; I thought to myself how is he going to help me? Then I remembered what I had prayed. I immediately began laughing out loud. He started chuckling, asking me what I thought was so funny. I told him I had just said a prayer asking the Lord to send me a hand and then you came around the corner with one arm. We both laughed for a few seconds and then everything got really eerie and foggy; time seemed to just speed up, and in just 2 or 3 seconds I was standing outside of the ditch holding up my motorcycle. After gaining my bearings, I turned to thank the fellow for helping me, but he was already driving away. How could this little man with one arm pull up a 750 pound motorcycle out of a ditch? There seemed to be no way! I do not remember him pulling on the bike off me or even getting up off the ground. I believe you will agree with me that this is God revealing his great measure of divine humor by sending a one armed angel after I prayed asking Him to send me a hand.<\/p>\n
I have been blessed with a few other angelic encounters in my life. I recall once an angel appeared to me and then spoke. I was in my study, busy straightening up and picking up books and magazines that I had been studying when, all of sudden, a form started taking shape in my doorway… to be continued next week<\/p>\n
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FAITH to FAITH – by, Kent Simpson<\/strong><\/p>\n