A classic Antonucci story!

I'm a huge fan of rental car insurance, especially if your current car insurance company is "watching you" because of prior "incidents" (thanks, Vince). It was a tense moment at the rental car counter when asked if we would like to purchase insurance for $53 a day (the car only cost about $12 a day...ridiculous). Vince is against it and I am for it, especially given the stalking eyes of our car insurance company. We compromised and got the lesser of the two options; less money, less coverage.

They gave us a brand new car. It had approximately 380 miles on it. Are they nuts? Don't they know my husband? Haven't they read his book?

I'm driving with the kids while Vince is meeting a pastor at Starbucks. I knew we were low on gas, but I figured I had enough to pick him up. I mean all cars come with a low-gas light, don't they? So, we're on a 6-lane highway when, without warning or a light, my car dies. Luckily I am in a left turn lane. I calmly tell the kids to get out of the car and wait on the median, while inwardly praying for a miracle from God and protection from the thousands of cars going 45 mph. I call Vince, who laughs and tells me he's on his way. He and his pastor friend were an answer to my prayer as they promptly arrived to rescue us. By now my kids were freaked out, especially my daughter who is prone to drama. We got into the car and drove to a gas station.

Once we got the gas and calmed down the two guys drove back to the car to fill it up. They didn't come back for a while, but I just figured Vince was having trouble turning left because traffic was so heavy. About 5 minutes later his pastor friend drives up and says, "Your car was involved in an accident. Vince needs to stay with the car. Do you want to come to my house and wait for him?" I was like, "What? How? No, I can't come to your house! I can't spring this on your wife at dinnertime." I politely declined and decided to hang out and wait for Vince. Two HOURS later he came to pick us up (keep in mind the soaring temperatures of lovely Las Vegas).

It turns out that two cars on the other side of the road hit each other and a third car swerved to miss them, but hit my car, which was cleverly parked on the highway. The cops came, insurance cards were exchanged, etc. Everyone was safe but annoyed, especially Vince who lost about 5 pounds from sweating. Thankfully we had purchased the rental car insurance and were completely covered.

Here's the incredible part. The accident happened minutes after I ran out of gas. Minutes after me and my children were standing on the median. Minutes after he drove over the median exactly where we were standing.

Sometimes when I think about moving to Las Vegas I feel sick. I feel alone. But it's times like these that I'm reminded that I'm not alone. God is totally with me. God is protecting me. God is watching over my children. And best of all, our names are engraved on the palms of his hands (Isaiah 49:16).

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