Years ago Aubrey and I, along with Med and Jo Motley, Fay Pitts and Glenda Caldwell, decided to go on this trip to the Cumberland County Playhouse for the play “ Smoke On The Mountain.”
Aubrey and Mel went ahead of us in one vehicle, and we were following them in Jo’s car, with Jo doing the driving (the first and last mistake we made that day).
Glenda wanted me up front with Jo and her and Fay in the back. Glenda said I would know in a short while why I was put in the front seat.
It didn't take long indeed, as Jo swerved or something and so much of her cosmetics,etc. came over on my side of the car in the floor board. I think her coffee got spilled, too.
I finally got things back in order as Jo just kept on talking as if nothing happened. Glad I was buckled in as the ride got bumpier.
She was really staying too close to the vehicle in front of us, and I kept thinking she would back off, but no-she was still talking. We saw the turnoff and knew we were going to miss it, but Jo turned anyway.
I thought I had met my Waterloo, and we were all going to be D.O.A. All I could see was us missing the pavement and going down the embankment.
How she got in there and came to a screeching halt only God knows. Aubrey and Med were about bent over double laughing as they saw all this as it played out.
Aubrey said he was sure one in the car was praying, one was cussing, and Fay told me she was the one in the floor board. Jo, it seemed, wasn’t phased at all and was fussing about the traffic, I think.
Glenda got out of the car unable to speak, her face beet red, and holding her sides as they were hurting so bad.
Fay and I were just glad to be alive and came to realize the “power of prayer” in a truly desperate situation.
“If you use your mouth to say ‘Jesus is Lord,’ and if you believe in your heart that God raised Jesus from the dead, you will be saved.” (Romans 10:9)
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