| “I thank God He put me there to be someone’s guardian angel in cowgirl boots.” -Emily White |
  “I was finally on my way home after spending a week in Sturgis, South Dakota performing at the world’s largest bike rally. We were only about an hour away from our home in Meridian, Mississippi when we decided to stop at the Love’s Truck Stop in West Point, to get a cup of coffee and snacks. After riding for 23 consecutive hours in a truck with two middle aged men who had been taking turns trying to see whose snores would shatter the windows first, I was walking out the front doors of Love’s Truck Stop and witnessed an 18-wheeler jump a culvert, not even 75 feet in front of me! It took a moment for my brain to process what I was seeing. Once it registered, I ran across the parking lot as fast as my legs would carry me. Somehow, I managed to dial 911 while in full sprint towards the overturned tractor trailer. When I made it to the big rig, I was relieved to see a hand waving outside the driver’s window. When I saw the driver, it only took me a moment to recognize that his seatbelt was the only thing keeping him from falling from the driver’s seat into the watery semi-submerged passenger side. At this point, the adrenaline was pumping through me and I decided to do the only thing that made sense to me, trudge through the knee deep mud and muck in my cowboy boots and cutoff jeans and climb up that overturned 18-wheeler with no regard for my own safety. There was another truck driver that helped throughout the process of keeping him awake. After assessing the man could breathe, I strongly suggested against cutting the seatbelt. Our only job at that point was to keep him conscious until the paramedics arrived. Once the paramedics, firemen, and police arrived, I briefed them on what little knowledge I had of the situation. They had to use something that resembled a handsaw to break through the windshield in order to reach the driver. Once they cut the seatbelt and safely extracted the driver, I was finally given the opportunity to let go of the door. After a half cup of coffee, one of the kind Love’s workers came out and offered to buy me a shower as a thank you. It wasn’t until then that I saw the scrapes and bruises that I had acquired while running through the swamp of drain water to help save this man. Once I got myself cleaned up and somewhat presentable, I was met in the parking lot by Officer Traver Jung to give my statement on what I had witnessed. That morning definitely didn’t go as planned, but I thank God He put me there to be someone’s guardian angel in cowgirl boots.” -Emily White For more Emily White visit: www.creativeanddreams.com/emily-white |
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