I remember this like it was yesterday, as you read on, you'll understand why. I grew up in Savannah, Missouri; a town of about 2,000 at the time. It was a Friday afternoon-once school let out-and I was so excited to get home, it was a nice brisk day, the kind that make you happy to feel alive. The Savannah Elementary School bus was taking some kids home (some of the last few) and they just happened to meet us at my stop at the same time. I got off at my house, and was running around with my dog Millie, when I heard a horrible noise. It wasn't one noise collectively, but it sounded like metal scraping metal, then glass shattering, some screams, and then the God-awful silence. And sometimes, silence is worse than anything-kinda like the silent stillness before the biggest tornadoes touch down. I didn't know what to do at first, but Millie was interested enough to run twords the noise, so, of course, I followed her. When I rounded the corner about 1/4 mile away, I saw the worst thing any 11-year-old, or ADULT, should ever see. I saw first a corn combine. They are the big tractors with the razorblade type fronts for harvesting time. And then I saw the bus, physically attached to it, like they had been welded together. And the more I walked, the more I saw...the combine must have turned that corner wide or something because it sliced that school bus in half horizontally the whole way through. When I got to the front, I remember looking through the window at the driver and after adjusting my eyes in what some call a double-take, I realized he had been decapatated. And then I started to wonder what those kids were doing inside still, so I ran to the back of the bus and looked through the emergency door where the glass was broken, and saw some kids moving, but they were crying and moaning. About that time, my neighbor drove up, sheer coincidence actually. She was a nurse at a hospital one town over and was on her way home after getting off work early. She got out of her car, and after explaining what I had seen so far, we pried what was left of the door opened and jumped in through the back. It was horrible, seeing little kindergardners bloody and dazed. 5 elementary students on that bus had lost their heads completely, but we didn't waste time with the others. There were so many more on the bus than what I origionally thought, or maybe because it was only the two of us. But there were a few that had their heads split open from the top of their forehead, all the way around to the back of their neck and stuff. We just kinda looked at each other, feeling a little overwhelmed as we each grabbed a kid and slid next to them-at least trying to comfort them while she was telling me what to do to help. Just then, a guy we had never seen before got on the bus from the front and started walking down the isle. He kind of scared us actually. Not many people drove up and down that country road for no reason, usually locals, neighbors, and realatives. He was wearing old brown boots, a somewhat dirty overcoat, and he was unshaven. He wasn't necessarily smiling or anything, but he had a caring look on his face. Not distracted and worried like Michelle and I. He just looked at Michelle and said "What can I do?" So, she pointed to another child with serious head trama, and told him how to pull the skin tight and apply pressure until the ambulances arrived. He could tell I was really upset, I knew some of these kids, and so all three of us prayed for us to have strength, and the kids to have courage to hang in there. I know it was only a few minutes after that, but it seemed like days, the ambulances came, and loads of parents. (Remember, in a small town where nothing usually happens, there are no secrets) Then the chaos really began, unloading the kids that were able to move and were coherent, and helping the ones out that had no hope for survival. And once everyone was out, Michelle and myself included, we both were looking around for the man that helped the kids out of the bus to thank him. But there were so many people around, it was horrible trying to find anyone. So Michelle stopped one of her colleagues and asked them were the scruffy man on the bus headed, and he just stopped and looked at her for a second. He finally asked "Michelle, are you OK? Are you OK?" When she asked why, he said "No man was on the bus, just the two of you, the kids, and the bus driver." Michelle said "What about the combine driver, was it him?" And her friend said that the tractor had quite a jolt when it collided with the bus, and the driver was still unconscious. After everything died down a bit, I still thought about that man, and how wierd it was that he just dissapeared-or that we had never seen him before...just too many variables for it to be nothing but coincidence. But, when I asked one of my neighbor friends a few weeks later how he was doing How it changed my life:Most of the kids that survived the accident had to see a psychiatrist because of the trama, but Bryan never did. He said he was sad, because any time a child dies it is sad, but he was OK with everything, because he knew where Todd went, and where the other kids went.
I was so skeptical of angels, ghosts, paranormal in general until that happened. So much of that stuff is left unexplained-but this, I saw with my own eyes, and I had witnesses...what do you think?
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