By LeAnn Sellers
As our night guard left at 6:30 AM, I told him goodbye and to have a good day. Little did we know what would transpire in his life in just a few short hours.
Salomon went home, but he needed to see another man in the church. He took off on his motorcycle around 8:00 AM. He was stopped at a stop sign watching the cross traffic. A taxi was going to pass in front of him at a rather fast speed. At the same time, a pickup truck was approaching the stop sign on the opposite side of the street from Salomon. The truck did not stop and the taxi hit the back end of the truck, sending it spinning toward Salomon. As the truck was coming toward him, Salomon only had time to say, “Oh, Lord,” as the truck knocked the motorcycle over, taking Salomon under the truck for several meters. Salomon remembers hearing the truck motor running and saying to himself, “I am still alive!” Continue reading