Late on May 31, 2014 we were all leaving a party at a friend's house. The night was dark. The windows of the car were all open so that the gas that had recently been spilled would evaporate faster and not endanger our lungs as much. Everyone seemed to be ready to go...but Noah had not closed his door nor had he buckled his seat belt. As the car moved forward, Noah (6) fell out of the car. What happened next can only be described as a miracle.
Trying alert Jared that we weren't ready, the sickening bump from under the back wheel caused me to only scream: "You've just run over our SON!" We could hear him crying, a good sign that he was alive...but how bad was he hurt? As we got out to survey the situation in the dark, it appeared that, fortunately, only one of Noah's legs was affected by the SUV's tire. We secured him in the car and, all of us somewhat traumatized, drove home anxiously awaiting the further damage we might discover in the light there. To our utter dismay, all we could find was some road rash.
No profuse bleeding. No broken bones. No torn ligaments. No damaged tendons. The tire had rolled over the only part of his body possible to do no serious damage whatsoever. Even a little higher or lower on the leg would have caused significant problems do his knee or ankle.
David O. McKay said that if we invite Christ into our homes, "we may know that the angels will be not only willing but eager to protect our boys and girls." I believe angels were protecting Noah. So does he. For over a year he has borne testimony of this.