Drive by shootings came to my attention in the 1980’s. They were in the news on a regular basis. I got to experience one and lived to tell about it. I think it was anyway.
I was behind the wheel of Big Blue, our full size van. The bulk of it gave me a false sense of security.
I was enroute to pick up my daughter at her friends home.The street was a pleasant drive, except for this particular day. To my left was a line of trees, just beyond them was Westland Mall. The right side was a series of apartment buildings, one of which I was headed.
The White Van
Out of no where a white van came racing up from behind, tailgating me. He stayed there for a few minutes. Thinking he might want to pass, I slowed down. So did the white van. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable.
Eventually it came up beside me, keeping pace with my speed. When I sped up, so did this van. I slowed down, likewise did the van, staying right by my side.
My discomfort grew into feeling stalked. In my mind I was certain if I acknowledged their presence, I would be looking down the barrel of a gun. So I refused to turn my head. I chose not to make that the last thing I saw before I was shot.
After what seemed like hours, the van raced ahead, disappearing just as suddenly as it appeared. I took a deep breathe. savoring life.
Today, I might have done things differently. For starters, taken down the licence number. But for what?
Hello Police? I want to resport a van that scared me.
Nothing happened. It was over and the van was gone. There was nothing they could do for me.
Looking back on this non event, I’m convinced God was with me. I will be forever grateful for how He looked after my safety, regardless of where I was at spiritually. At that time, I wasn’t giving the Lord much thought. Interesting, isn’t it, how 20/20 hindsight gives a better view of reality?