My old friend Randy and I were excited about making a trip into Pennsylvania, to a truck driving school just south of Lancaster.  I was to test drive for them with the thought of learning to handle the 'big rigs'.  It was a dreary and rainy morning in 1981, and we were running a little late.  I was pushing my Oldsmobile over the wet roads, the wipers keeping a monotonous rhythm. I was driving hurriedly down a road on which I had driven only a few times.  I was not really familiar with it or the many hazardous turns.  This road (route 77) ran northeast through the Blue Ridge Mountains.  It twisted and turned, and had many hills and valleys.  It was truly a mountain road in every sense and was not very wide. The car, being large and heavy, seemed to be holding to the road beautifully. I was pleased with its performance. As we were rounding a slight, but long bend to the left, I noticed that the rain was getting rather heavy.  I reminded myself of a very sharp (90 degree) turn to the right which should be about a mile or two ahead.  I recall that it was on a bit of a down grade so I knew that I would have to slow down drastically to negotiate it. I knew that on my right there would be a drop-off with guard rails.  On the left side the ground sloped up the mountain.  There were trees on both sides of the road which were only a few feet from the shoulder.  The roadway and shoulders combined were only about twenty feet wide. By the time we came out of our present curve the rain was pouring so hard that we couldn't see much more that sixty feet in front of us.  I slowed down to about twenty miles per hour.  As I left off the gas, I found myself looking at the sharp turn I had only moments before only thought about. Quickly, I attempted to firmly press the brake while slightly pumping the peddle so that the car wouldn't skid.  I knew that if this car would start skidding, nothing was going to stop it until it was finished.  Unless of course it met with a tree - and that would speak well of my driving when I DID get to the truck driving school. Suddenly, this two tons of automobile began skidding to the left.  I tried to stop the slide by turning my wheels to the left but there was no noticeable help.  Also, I was on a downhill grade and had gained speed. In conditions like this, God provides what I call a 'Mental Slowdown" where things seem to happen in slow motion.  The phenomenon gives us the opportunity to think and react properly in a traumatic situation.  My first thought was "Dear Jesus, Help Me! Keep your hand upon us!" As I was sliding, I could look out the windshield and see trees passing by to the right.  We were sliding sideways but I was feeling unusually calm and peaceful.  That's right?  I was peaceful though I might fall off the side of this mountain. When the car came to a stop, Randy and I looked out the windshield and saw the curve through which we had just come. We realized instantly that the hand of God was involved.  Randy immediately said, "Thank You, Jesus!"  I asked Randy if he wanted to do it again.....  He didn't. He protected Randy, me and even the car completely.  He even gave me peace throughout the entire ordeal. After I managed to get the car turned around and we continued on our way, we thought of what could have happened:    1. If the car continued straight, with the increase in speed, we would have hit the trees ahead of us at a speed of about 40-45 miles per hour. 2. There were no laws at this time requiring one to wear seat-belts and, of course, we didn't. 3. We also, thought of the possibility of hitting the guard rails which could throw me into a much worse slide and spin the car around or even the remote possibility of being forced over the guard rails and down the side of the mountain. None of these things did happen though.  God's hand was most definitely involved in aiding that car around the 90 degree curve.  There is no other explanation logical or otherwise.  Praise God!.