In spring of 1994, after moving to Arkansas, my son Joe was wanting to go visiting in Maryland. He informed me that his friend *Shannon would be willing to ride along and help with the driving. This way I wouldn't become so weary traveling two-thousand miles round trip, and at my age I don't physically take these trips as well as I did in my 20's. However, after considering the proposition, I thought that nothing could go wrong since it is spring and there will be no snow as in my trip several months earlier. Also, I had nothing important on my schedule, so I agreed to do it for him. The trip to Maryland was lots of fun with the three of us laughing, singing, and joking with one another. There was no problems with any of us getting drowsy because of all the hilarity on the way. As we arrived in Hagerstown, I found that I was indeed exhausted after being on the road for nineteen hours with only a few short breaks allowing us to stretch. We were in Maryland for several days and returned with Joe's friend *Terry, who was going to spend a couple weeks with us in Arkansas. I felt it a shame that Joe's eastern friend couldn't drive since the rest of us were not totally rested but started home, never-the-less. What made this trip a near disaster, was this return trip. While we were traveling through West Virginia and across Kentucky the others had gotten sleep, therefore I allowed Shannon to begin driving at Elizabethtown and down the Western Kentucky Parkway to I-24 where I would take over again. This way I would have an opportunity to get some much needed sleep. Needless to say, I rested back in the passenger's seat. Facing the door I fell into a deep sleep after only a few miles. Later, as I was awakening I opened one eye and noticed that Shannon was pulling off the highway and onto the shoulder. I figured that fatigue had set in and I was needed to take over. I had no idea where we were, but as I closed my eyes again I told myself that when we got stopped I would get out, figure out where we were and then take over. After a few moments, I realized that something was not right. We were not stopping and the ride was getting rather bumpy. I lifted my head and looked ahead. To my horror we were going into the grass adjacent and parallel to the highway and directly ahead of us was a bridge abutment. WHAT ! Knowing that the car had been put on cruise control and was not going to stop on its own, I considered that I didn't want my car or my body to become part of a bridge in Kentucky. Though I think Kentucky is a beautiful place I didn't want to become a ground into part of it. I reached around and grabbed the steering wheel and pushed it to the left as hard as I possibly could. Our driver, and I use that term loosely, pulled ever harder to the right. "This is not," I thought, "the time to be suicidal." I remember seeing a reflector on a stake in front of us. You know, the kind that the roads department puts on an iron post along the road so you can see if you can spear your car on it. The reflector will then allow you to reflect back on the situation. I pushed as hard as I could, but all seemed rather useless. I became desperate seeing our car speeding directly toward the end of the bridge and called out in my mind, "Jesus!!" Immediately, the car swerved abruptly to the left narrowly missing the stake (I think), and by the Grace of God, I guided the car down the shoulder of the road. By this time Shannon had awakened and applied the brake stopping the car. We found ourselves well within one hundred feet of the bridge. That is by large too close for me after whizzing down the Interstate apparently unguided at sixty-five miles per hour. There was no damage except to our wits and a collection of various and sundry grasses and weeds under the car. After gathering our composure, which we had splattered all over the shoulder of the highway, we found ourselves only a few miles from I-24. We discussed the situation and found that Shannon had apparently fallen asleep and didn't remember driving any of the last 75 miles. "Just before awakening," Shannon told us, "I dreamed that I was driving up the hill at the house and tried to turn into my driveway (which incidentally, turns to the right), and my kids were running toward me. I couldn't get the car to go into the driveway. Then I heard someone call my name, and I awakened." Shannon thought that the voice sounded like one of the children. I called to Jesus in my mind, but we heard no one call to Shannon. I believe that when I called out to Jesus, He ordered angels to awaken Shannon, or He called Himself. Personally, I believe that an angel called and awakened Shannon. Of course, I finished the driving myself. We did find that we could have joy even in this situation. Jokingly, we told Shannon that in Kentucky, they don't allow citizens to mow along the Interstates with a Pontiac Grand Am. (*Permission was not able to be obtained that we might use their correct names)