I grew up in northern Michigan in a small town that
I will not name. Needless to say it is in the middle of nowhere. I was
17 and not old enough to drink, yet we always found someone to buy for
us. My friends and I were wild in our youth. We were always out partying
and being wild kids. We all had motorcycles or dirt bikes that we drove
way too fast.
Anyway, one night we were at a party at a friends
cabin. The cabin had been in his family for years. It had no electricity
and was was about 10 miles to the nearest house. Needless to say it was
in the middle of nowhere. My one friend had his motorcycle and I had my
dirt bike. Around 2 Am, we decided to head home, which was about 15 miles
away though the trails and gravel back roads. 2 of our friends decided
that they were going to leave with us. We all left, we each had a passenger
on the motorcycles.
When we left, I was driving very fast. My bike
was built for the off road, so I easily left my friend on his Honda 750
street bike in the dust. I didn't realize I was too drunk to drive and
even if I was sober, I was still going too fast. As I drove home down this
trail, the passenger and I started talking. We actually had to yell to
hear over the sound of the engine.
Driving along, I was on a trail that went straight
then about halfway down, it made a slight jog to the left and continued
to go straight. Well I was traveling around 60-70+ MPH at this time and
I was not paying attention to the road. As I talked to my friend that was
on the back, I missed the little jog in the road and continued off into
the woods. I remember looking back at him waiting for a reply to a question
I had asked. I still remember how pale white his face was, that is when
I looked ahead.
Now I realized I was off the trail, yet driving
parallel to it about 10-15 feet in the woods. There were trees between
us and the trail, and about 30 feet ahead of me was a jack pine tree. It
was dead in my path, about a foot and a half across with broken barbed
branches at the bottom. This whole time I had never let off the gas and
was still cruising at the same speed. I had no time to stop or react at
all. I just remember feeling my fiends helmet on the middle of my back
as he got ready to brace himself. I just shut my eyes and waited for the
impact. It was like time slowed down, I felt completely sober now and waited,
yet I was too afraid to open my eyes.
What seemed like forever passing in probably
a few seconds. When I finally had the courage to open my eyes, I was shocked
at what I saw. We were back on the trail, going the same speed as before.
I continued home with my friend that was on the back. The next day we talked
about what had happened . He said he just remembered putting his head down
and the next thing he knew we were back on the trail. Neither of us could
explain what had happened that night. I went back and examined the spot,
and realized that there was no way I could Have turned to get out of there
at any speed. It was an Angel or the Hand of God that had saved both of
us that night. After 15 years, I still get goose bumps thinking about it.
I thank God for this miracle every time it comes to mind. Because with
out Him and His angels I would not be here to write this
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