It was one of the craziest, worst jobs I ever had. I’m not sure I know why I took the job, but when you’re young, you’ll take just about any kind of employment you can find. I was working the night shift at a laundry where I stood behind a huge laundry press and folded sheets and linens from local hotels and businesses. You worked with a partner and the sheets came flying out of the press about every ten seconds.
My mother was facing surgery and a hospital stay. Not wanting me to come home late at night and be by myself, she arranged for me to stay with my sister-in-law’s parents. I had been to their home before, but never at night.
This particular evening my shift didn’t end until 1:00 a.m. As I made my way across town, I became disoriented in the darkness. I began circling around the general location of the home when I noticed headlights in my rearview mirror. I was being followed. I’ve always had a sixth sense when it comes to knowing I was in danger. That trigger instantly went off. I decided to speed up and try to drop my pursuer. Then panic set in, and before I knew it, I was speeding out of town, down a highway with a stranger in hot pursuit. Looking in my rearview mirror I suddenly realized the lights of the city were disappearing behind me. “Dear God,” I cried, “help me!” I managed to find a little gravel road where I could turn around and head back to the lights. I didn’t want to find myself stranded on a dark country road. My stalker turned around as well and continued following me.
By the grace of God I managed to keep my wits about me long enough to find my way back to the house. I parked the car and momentarily hesitated. Do I sit here and lay on the horn or do I make a run for it? The stranger had pulled in behind me. With a split-second decision, I scrambled out of the car and raced for the porch.
The stranger jumped out of his car and ran after me calling out, “Oh come on baby, don’t run away!”
It was now about 2:00 a.m. and my sister-in-law’s parents had fallen fast asleep. I was ringing the doorbell and frantically pounding on the door. My heart was pounding in my throat. I froze in terror. I couldn’t even scream. I turned around to see a dark, shadowy figure approaching me on the porch. He was within arms’ reach of me when he stopped dead in his tracks. Suddenly he did a 180 about face and fled back to his car. He jumped in and sped away so fast I could hear the tires peal, as he must have left rubber on the pavement. I stood there for a few minutes in total shock at everything that had just transpired, thanking God for His protection. I never saw my angel, but I’m pretty sure the stranger did, and by his reaction, I imagine my guardian must be amazingly tall and very, very scary looking!
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