Get it together, Johnny! Do something! Get a grip on yourself.
Suddenly a thought came to him—a thought he’d never had before. He could pray, couldn’t he? If there was a God, now was the time to get His help.
“God, if You’re real, I need Your help. I don’t know what to do or where to go. I’ve never asked for Your help before, but if You can hear me, I need it now.”
Johnny sat silently behind the wheel. His breathing quieted, and the pounding of his heart slowed. A big truck roared by, and the wind shook his van.
Chapter Five
Close Call
Johnny kept driving. The second day he made good time. The third day, his tiredness and some bad weather slowed his progress, but on he drove.
By the time he approached Cleveland, he was exhausted and wanted to stop, but during the past two days a
