What Goes Around
A good story just keeps going and going and . . .
It was the first day of spring break. I was 16, and my excitement about the coming week was almost uncontainable. I had borrowed my dad’s car; I had a new driver’s license, and I had places to go, things to do.
I didn’t get far. About two miles from our home I lost control of the car on a curve. Hitting a ditch, I was launched through the windshield. The accident resulted in 147 stitches, plastic surgery, and my family becoming Seventh-day Adventists.
We were dedicated Baptists, faithfully supporting Liberty Hill Baptist Church. I had no idea that on the first day of spring break in 1993 a chain of …