Guest Author - Sandy Mullins

While returning home from a concert venue, I ushered for in Omaha Nebraska, I was driving down the I-29, between Iowa and Nebraska. Just before the Glenwood Iowa exit, I passed a van turned facing the center and a person sitting in the road with another person standing by her.

I told my fiancee that we had to stop, even though he had to be at work in four hours. I got out of the driver’s seat and told him to dial 911. I passed an empty vehicle that had stopped to assist and headed to the wrecked van. I heard crying and screaming as a gentleman tried to calm her. The young woman had made it back to her van she was driving and standing in the drivers side door. She was screaming for her mother and the gentleman was getting her cell phone out of her purse that was surprisingly still in the van or nearby (stuff was spread all over the road and in the surrounding area). The young woman surprisingly remembered her moms’ number and I dialed, unfortunately, I got her voice-mail and we tried her dads’ number. In the young woman’s confusion that number was wrong and I went back to trying to calm her. All I thought of when I took her in my arms was, “If it was my daughter I hope someone would do the same.” I forgot about my white dress shirt, she was more important, my shirt could be replaced. I held her and asked her name, she replied “Becky,” and I inquired about what she remembered, where she was headed, etc. Becky was semi-aware and had moments of confusion and memory loss. I decided to check her contacts on her cell phone and found ‘myfavmom’ and hit send. It wasn’t her mother but her grandmother, I told her she was in an accident, overall ok by needed to talk to someone since we couldn’t get her mother. Becky’s grandmother talked to her and she again calmed down for a few seconds.

Becky asked me not to leave her, to go to the hospital with her. The police finally arrived and a few minutes later the paramedics. I slowly moved out of Becky’s arms as the paramedics moved into treat her. They put on a neck brace, then put her on a back board, then onto the stretcher. Becky soon forgot about me, as she had new saviors taking care of her. They moved her onto the ambulance and we signed police reports and I tried to clean myself up from the blood.

We headed back to our car and proceeded to drive home. My fiancee finally relaxed and managed to sleep the rest of the way home. I thought about the young woman, and how God put me on the interstate at that exact moment. I know, most people wouldn’t stop, never-the less lend aid. I know, most people would run from the site of blood, never-the less risk the exposure to someone else’s blood. I also know I was there for a reason, and I was determined to rise to the occasion. When the need arises, I hope more of you might stop and show some compassion, and remember as the country song goes, “its somebody’s somebody.”

As for Becky from Malvern Iowa . . . I hope you are okay and you are welcome!