Have you ever thought about what you should do if you’re just driving along
and all of a sudden your lights go out? After Steve, Joel, and Stephen had all returned safely home
to their respective apartments in Michigan, Massachusetts, and New York,Alan and I were making our usual 24-hour mad dash back
to Michigan from Florida,
speeding along at about 60 mph in a blinding rainstorm through a construction zone in the hills of Kentucky during the wee hours of Sunday morning, when suddenly—without any warning—all the lights in our vehicle went out. Headlights, tail lights, panel lights, fog lights, emergency blinkers…we had absolutely no lights. By some miracle, Alan was able to use the dim light from other cars to feel his way to the nearest exit and got off the freeway without getting hit. He drove up the ramp and off to the side of some other highway, but it was a very remote area not close to anything in particular. At that point, the transmission died, and we couldn’t get our RV out of “park!” Our 27-foot RV was sitting uncomfortably on the edge of the narrow right shoulder, with our left wheels straddling the white line. We prayed, and Alan called for roadside assistance, but it took considerable time working with a dispatcher to figure out our location, and then a couple of hours before help arrived. We sat rather nervously with our seat belts on, feeling the tremendous “whoosh” every time I truck roared by, knowing that without any lights, our vehicle would look like little more than a dim shadow on this rainy night.Thankfully, a sheriff patrol arrived at the scene first and stayed behind us with blinkers going. Eventually a tow truck arrived and hauled us to a hotel about 5 miles away. Sunday morning we discovered that there was no place for repairs that would be open until Monday morning, and Monday (despite asking Sunday morning) it took until mid-afternoon to get a tow truck to haul us 47 miles to the nearest Ford dealer…who said they couldn’t look at our vehicle until Wednesday (although it’s now Thursday, and we still haven’t heard anything). So, late Monday we rented a car and headed home. Tuesday morning at 2:30 am we kissed the floors and climbed into bed! Whew! It was like one long night that really lasted three nights!
I think there have probably been times in each of our lives when we’ve been traveling along at top speed in the dead of night in a blinding rainstorm—super tired and hemmed in on both sides—when suddenly we’ve found ourselves without any light. Do you remember? What did you do? Did you “survive?” Next time, I’m going to remember to pray first, ask for help, and then wait patiently in the dark, hoping I don’t get hit, and comforting myself with the thought that I didn’t get killed this past week, even though it was indeed a very long night!
(P.S.—I am also going to keep some flares in our vehicles from now on!)