Sketch Reed
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I don't believe this is coincidence.

8 days before yesterday, I nearly met my fate. I was changing the channels on the radio when I smashed into the back of a tractor doing 60. By all standards of measurement, I should have died--the windshield glass was shattered, air bags deployed--yet the only injury I sustained was a small scar on my left forearm. If you viewed the wreckage of my car, it would seem that I should be a corpse--yet for some strange reason, I walked away alive.

For the next few days, I drove carefully--obeying speed limits, looking both ways; anything that you're supposed to do, I did. But just yesterday, I came close to death again.

I was driving my friend Mark home. I was pulling the car out of the parking lot at school...when Mark yelled, “STOP!” I looked to my left--and saw a semi heading straight for me.

Time stood still. I remember every detail in perfect clarity--the scraping of the semi's wheels against the front bumper--the look on Mark's face when I looked over--even the look on the trucker's face as he narrowly swerved...but when the smoke cleared, for some reason I did not know, I was still alive.

Is it coincidence? Is it a coincidence that a margin of not even an inch kept me from leaving this plane of existence and never returning? Or is it the work of a being more powerful than any of us?

I don't believe that this is coincidence.

I have come to terms with God. I was a die-hard atheist...not believing that a God exists, much less that if he did, he cared. But I believe now that, for some reason, God wants me around for something. I don't know what he wants, or even why he wants me, for that matter. But yesterday, he saved me from certain death, and I don't pretend to believe that this is an accident.

All I know is that God exists...and I believe in him.