There’s a dead dog on the beach. The smell keeps wafting into our house…blah! Yonese was kind enough to move it somewhere other than right in front of our house this morning while we were in St. Marc. She is a gem beyond value.
We woke up this morning to nice cool air and realized that it had rained in the night. Not just a sprinkle, but enough to wet everything down nicely and kill some of the dust. Yay, the dry season is close to being over! It started to sprinkle just as Chris and I were heading out this morning and by the time we got through Pierre Payen it decided it was serious. It was so exciting to see the roads completely abandoned because people were running for cover.
There is one problem with the first rains of the season though. Three months is a long time for dust and diesel engine goo to settle on the roads. When it starts to rain a little bit, not the big downpours that clean everything up, but just a little to get everything wet the roads are like skating rinks. On our way to St. Marc we were coming down a stretch of road with a big truck heading towards us and a group of school kids coming up on our right. Chris instinctively let off the gas but the truck lost its grip and started sliding right towards the kids. Chris stayed amazingly calm and everything in me froze up as I watched us getting closer to the kids. We couldn’t even honk because Chris was trying to get control of the truck without hitting them. I watched as they turned their heads and saw us sliding right at them. The alert ones grabbed the ones that didn’t realize what was happening and the last little boy jumped out of the way, within feet of the front of the truck. I started to let out a breath then saw a pot hole on the side of the road that didn’t seem to have a bottom. The truck righted itself and came within inches of what would have swallowed a tire.
I have never felt so out of control in my entire life. Looking at the faces of innocent kids and both of us saying “Please no, please no, please no!” as we got closer and closer is something I won’t be forgetting soon. I very clearly saw God’s hand of protection covering us and those kids. No doubt about it. When I got feeling back in my body from the shock I had to swallow tears, not from fear or relief, but from gratitude. God is definitely good.
After that the errands in St. Marc were just that – errands. We got everything we went for and were back home within 2 hours of leaving.
Okay, the dog is smelly. Ugh.