My husband tried to get in touch with our primary driver, for a couple of days, last week. He couldn't, and we had to go with our second stringer.
Today I was told the primary driver died, in a one-car accident, about a day before he was due to help us. Gulp.
I am so glad I gave him a Bible. I am so glad both of us shared our testimony. I am profoundly glad I make a habit of praying for my drivers, daily.
This is the 4th driver I've lost. 3 of them worked for paratransit. 2 had cancer, one died of a massive heart attack, and our latest died in the car wreck.
I can't help but be glad I wasn't in the front seat, and mangled. I would have been fine dying if God was ready for me, but I do dread the idea of further disability.
Anyway, please pray for his family if you are led. I am unclear if he was saved or not (he was evasive, which generally means no). The other drivers I knew were saved.
God may have already led us to a new driver.
What a life I live.
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