A Father's Pride

Chain of Love

The Gift of Love

SHMILY

Power of Prayer

Just Checkin' In

A Letter To Patrick

Does God Still Speak to Us?

What is True Love?

The Cab Ride

Even If It's Dark

A Penny

Sandosenang Sapatos

He is Watching

All the Marbles

God Cares

The Miracle

The Littlest Firefighter

My Last Tract

One Good Turn

Who You Are Make a Difference

Keep Singing

Mary's Heart

ONE GOOD TURN


A trucker was hauling a load when a weak voice came over the CB radio on the trucker's channel 19. A man was having a medical emergency on a side road nearby. As the trucker listened, he saw an exit for that very side road coming up. He quickly exited the highway while switching his CB to the emergency channel 9 and broadcasting the message.

He continued along the winding road until he came to a car stopped along the shoulder.

The driver's door was opened and man lay half in and half out of the car. The trucker ran to the car and found the driver semi-conscious, clutching a bottle of pills. He managed to get the bottle opened and stuck a pill in the driver's mouth.

The driver was already beginning to recover when a police car and ambulance pulled up.

As the driver was being taken away to the local hospital, a police officer asked the driver what had brought him to this road.

The driver explained about the call over the CB.
The officer pointed out that the car did not have CB. The origin of the call was never explained.

Twelve years later, that trucker was on a fishing trip with some buddies when he suddenly collapsed, showing all the signs of a severe heart attack. They were miles away from the nearest town or medical facility. One of the men recalled that there was an Indian reservation about 20 miles away that had a nurse who visited several days a week. There only hope was to get him there and pray the nurse was in.

They carried the now unconscious him to their truck and raced to the reservation. The nurse was in that day. She took one look at the man and said that he had experienced a massive coronary. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do in her small clinic. She advised them to rush to the hospital but added that it would probably be too late.

As she was speaking, a car approached. "I don't believe it," she exclaimed, "it's my father."

Her father had long ago promised to visit her clinic. As fate would have it, he had chosen that very day.

Her father was a cardiac surgeon. The surgeon snapped into action. In minutes, the patient was lying on a table in the clinic and the doctor was performing emergency surgery. He found the problem and managed to restore sufficient heart function to keep him alive until he could be transported to the hospital. There the patient made a full recovery.

When the truck driver awoke, he wanted to thank the surgeon who saved his life. The smiling doctor entered the room. It was the same man whose life he had saved twelve years before.


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