But Dad developed pneumonia a few weeks ago. He battled with cold and congestion for several days at home. But when he collapsed on the floor and was unable to get up, Mom had to get help. He wouldn't let her call an ambulance, so she ran to the neighbors. Several of the men came to help her get Dad in the car, then she got in the driver's seat to take him to the hospital.
By that time it was dark. The hospital is only 5 miles away, but you can either get there down a busy road or there is a shortcut around the hill. Did I tell you Mom doesn't have great night vision? She decided to take the shortcut down a less busy road.
But after driving for what seemed like a long time, the paved road suddenly turned into a dirt road. Mom hesitated. This didn't feel right. Then Dad woke up enough to tell her to "keep going, it's not far from here."
The dirt road turned into a two-track path.
That's where God stepped in with someone to help them. A forest ranger was out on the roads...who knows why there! He found out where they were trying to go and then he drove ahead of them, leading the way back to the hospital where Dad was immediately hospitalized for several days.
Mom found out she had been heading 180 degrees, for a dozen miles, in the wrong direction from where she should have been going.
Thank goodness for that ranger! And thank God for his tender care and watchful eye.
