I believe I have someone watching out for me. Ever since I was a child, there have been moments when I was saved, inexplicably, from near disaster. The most recent incident—maybe the most incredible—took place just a few years ago.
At the time, I was working as a substitute teacher in Indianapolis. I awoke around five in the morning to get ready for my drive to school before sunrise. The route took me down I-74, heading westbound at 75 miles per hour. My radio was tuned to a local contemporary Christian station. I tapped