Before I straightened out, I loved to party and drink.

I accepted Jesus as my Savior at the beginning of my first semester at college but did not know how to live for Him.

Many years ago, when I had a job at the local paper, a few workers and I enjoyed a small Christmas celebration, which included many drinks.

I had to take the turnpike, US 95, home. Sometime after I veered off my exit, I crashed into a telephone pole on the right side of the road.

I remember nothing about hitting the pole or how I got out of my car, which was upside down, crumpled like an old accordion. When the Policeman arrived, I was standing, without a scratch, on the outside with no idea of how I exited that wreck.

The Policeman had to take off suddenly.

After awhile, he came to my home. He said, “I had to leave quickly because elsewhere, one driver did the same thing you did. He was killed instantly.”

Then he said, “I don’t understand it! One died, and the other one walked away.”

The next day, the paper I worked for had on its front page a photo of the other wreck, which mirrored mine.

For a long time I thought, “God must be saving me for something!”

I surrendered myself fully to The Lord and since have witnessed many miracles, met the woman of my dreams, and have been given a beautiful daughter and niece.

But most of all, I now have a true meaning for my life, and will no longer fear the grave.

God has led me down some unexpected paths in these last few years, and His leading has never failed me.