Crossing the Creek

During the time that Betty and Donnie (our son) and I were living with my parents, one of those things happened that has an unexplainable conclusion. After the story is told I am sure if anyone does read it there will be those among the readers who can find a purely logical explanation. God’s hand was on us that night or it was just not our time or any of the number of reasons that are given by people for things that are hard for us to explain. Over the years since I have thanked God over and over again for this and other happenings in life that had a favorable outcome for me and mine. I will just tell the story and let each of you come to the answer that makes you comfortable. I was going to trade school two nights a week and National Guard drill one night. What had become a regular part of our routine was that on some of the days that I would be in town late, Betty would get up with me and pack all of Donnie’s bottles and baby supplies and ride with me to town and spend the day with her Mother. I don’t recall if it was a school night or guard night it makes no difference in the story, at any rate we were all in town that night. It had been raining for a few days, nothing out of the ordinary, just a couple of days of Louisiana rain. During this day it rained and rained and rained. After I picked Betty and Donnie up from her Mother’s house and we had started home it seemed as if it was beginning to clear up and before long the stars were shining. We drove home w

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