The Helmet

God will still allow pain to teach. It could have been so much worse had I not obeyed.

One Saturday morning while sleeping, I had an odd dream. As I turned my dirt bike down the long straight road to my buddy's house, a policeman suddenly stepped out of the woods and stopped me. He sternly said "It was against the law to ride a motorcycle without a helmet." I felt alarmed and promised to wear it. He let me off with just a warning. Then I woke up.

I finished my Saturday morning chores and was about to head out when I looked over at my dusty motorcycle helmet balanced on my football. I never wore it. I still felt the dream weighing on me so I put it on. As I turned down the same long straight road to my buddy's house, I saw no police and thought - silly dream. So I gunned the throttle like I always did. At the halfway point, a huge Cadillac backed out on the same side the dream policeman did. I thought if I went fast enough I could get around it. I was wrong.

As the car took up the entire road, I leaned back from the dirt bike and flew full speed into the rocky drainage ditch several feet below.

I felt like a ragdoll bouncing along the granite rocks. The elderly lady driving the car yelled out "Are you ok?" I waved and she sped off. My nose was bleeding and a couple of bones were sore - but that was all. I took off my helmet and saw deep scrapes and a huge hole in the back of it. The hole went through my helmet well into the styrofoam. That would have been my skull. I wheeled my dirt bike over to my buddy's house, cleaned up everything, and downplayed the whole incident to my parents.

Some may have written this dream off as my imagination. To me, it was a REAL message that saved my life.

Ye shall walk in all the ways which the Lord your God hath commanded you, that ye may live, and that it may be well with you, and that ye may prolong your days in the land which ye shall possess.

Great moves of God are usually preceded by simple acts of obedience.