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She jumped into the passenger's side and buckled herself in. Judd was able to back out of his parking
space behind the car he had just pushed and would have to keep bump-ing it to give him room to get
around it and head toward the exit. Once he did that, it appeared he had a fairly clear shot past the pay
booths and into the gridlock of traffic that appeared to have moved hardly an inch since this whole ordeal
had begun.

Vicki put her hand on Judd's arm. He stopped about six feet back of where emer-gency crews were still
trying to extricate the idling Blazer from the guardrail. "It looks clear," Judd said. "I'm sure we can get
past."

"I know," she said. "I just thought maybe we should thank God for helping us get out of here."

Judd nodded and bowed his head, won-dering if she meant he should pray aloud, or she was going to,
or what? When she said nothing, he began. "Lord, thanks. We didn't know what to--"
 A nearly deafening engine roar and high-pitched squeal made Judd jump, and he looked up just in time
to see workers diving out of the way of the Blazer. It had been lodged into the guardrail at a crazy angle,
and apparently someone decided to set something on the accelerator and shift it into gear while others
attempted to rock it free.

Whatever they had lodged against the gas pedal had made the engine race at top speed. Three wheels
spun crazily, causing the screeching, but the fourth bit deep into the rail. The Blazer shuddered and
shook, appearing as if it might explode. The tires sent smelly smoke everywhere.

As Judd and Vicki watched, the stuck tire somehow dislodged and sent the Blazer nose first into the low
concrete ceiling with a hor-rific crash. All four wheels now burning rub-ber, the empty Blazer hit the
floor, bouncing and careening into the cars around it.

The four-wheel-drive vehicle lurched directly in front of Judd, slammed the next guardrail, and flipped
over forward, landing atop the last car he had moved. It drove the roof of that car all the way to the seat
and rested atop the wreckage, tires still racing. The workers sprinted to the crash, and one reached in to
turn off the engine.

Judd sat there with his mouth open. He turned to look at Vicki, whose eyes were wide and unblinking.
"We could have been killed," she said. "If that had happened a couple of minutes ago, we would be dead
for sure."

"Just think if we had gotten here earlier," Judd said, "and hadn't received Christ yet."

Now Judd knew exactly how to pray, and there was no awkwardness or wondering how to begin.




There was a certain sense of freedom in being able to drive even those few yards from the tangled
garage and into the stalled traffic, but Judd knew that they wouldn't be getting far very fast that night. To
him, this traffic jam was just like his new life. He knew where he was going, but he had no idea how he
was going to get there, or when.