We are driving to our contacts house in Tanzania. Around hour 8, I turn to get comfortable so I could take a nap. As I turn I see the young man and a boy get in the isle to look up ahead. Nosily, I turn to look out the window again. Our bus slows up and I see people running. Boxes and buckets lie in a pile leading into the grass. Then the tail end of a bed to a tractor trailer starts to appear. People are grabbing the boxes and buckets at this point. Suddenly I see what use to be the cock pit of the tractor trailer. Smashed. Crushed. In pieces. On the road I see a two car tractor trailer that had to have slammed on his brakes to stop and miss the crashed trailer. A quarter mile later people are still running to and from the accident. Carrying boxes and buckets and what looked like oil packages. Farther down the road people still are looking to see what happened.
My thoughts:
This must just have happened. If we had gotten on the bus after lunch on time, we could have been involved in that accident
Was the driver okay? My mind says no but my heart hopes for a yes.
Are the people stealing from this man who got in the accident?
My least favorite thought.
Do they know who this man is or was? I have seen these kinds of accidents in America but in America we have papers and ways to find out who the driver is and everything else.
My fear.
This man left his family to go to work and he won’t ever come home. Death. Loss of memory. If they can’t identify him, his family won’t know what happened. I could only imagine what their thoughts could be days, months, or years later.
Then, just five or ten minutes down the road I see the same two people look down the aisle through the windshield. A bus, just like the one I’m on, leaning on the side of the bank of the road. I highly doubt anyone was inquired in this accident. So I ask you to keep the people who may be in an accident across the world in your prayers.
