Two years later, I feel thankful and blessed

It was a warm, sunny mid-September afternoon. I’d spent that Saturday morning working on a project at Red Willow Bible Camp and was enjoying my drive back to New Rockford.

As I traveled west on the blacktop, I saw someone zooming down the gravel road from the north, but didn’t think too much about it. Another vehicle – a brown Dodge pickup -- was coming toward me, an eighth of a mile away or more,...