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Metro Crash * God's Presence!

Posted by on Jul. 5, 2009 at 3:32 AM
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I have personally experienced God's hand in my life concerning near death tragedies several times. How about you ladies?

            

'I Really Believe God Was in There With Me'
Metro Crash Survivor Says His Long Reliance on Prayer Saw Him Through

By William Wan
Washington Post Staff Writer
Saturday, July 4, 2009

 

At 6 feet tall and 240 pounds of muscle, Daryl Smith Jr. cuts an imposing figure. It was that brawny build many passengers recalled after last week's deadly Metro train crash.

Survivors from the first car of the colliding train -- the one that ended up half-demolished -- recalled a big man who smashed his way through the backdoor and helped fellow passengers escape.

As investigators have looked for clues to the crash's cause, Smith, who is 19, has been searching his memory and pondering his faith, trying to find meaning in the wreckage.

Smith, who comes from a deeply religious family, said he felt God's presence amid the crash. He doesn't understand why the crash happened, but he said that he believes God intended for him to be there and that prayer helped him survive.

"As a kid, I was taught that if you needed something, you ask God for it," he said in an interview a few days after the crash. "That's what got me through this thing -- prayer. I really believe that."

Of the crash, Smith said what he remembered was the sound. One moment, he was sitting with his girlfriend, cracking jokes to make her laugh. The next, there was a boom. When it was over, he was lying on a pile of seats, his right foot cut and pinned by debris.

It was not the first near-death experience for Smith. He has been in two major auto accidents since childhood. When he was 8, a car he was in flipped over. And last year, he was hit head-on in a collision. Both incidents left him feeling powerless. Ever since the car crashes, he has thought about how he would react if something happened again. He has run through scenarios and feared he would turn out to be the type of person who folds under pressure, gets panicked and confused.

In the train last week, Smith freed himself from the wreckage. He heard the Lord's Prayer being recited in the car and joined in. As he did, he scanned the scene.

His girlfriend's left foot was severely injured, the skin peeled back so that there was blood and flesh where once a tattoo had been.

Smith used his cellphone to try to call his grandmother, a "prayer warrior" at their church, Brookland Union Baptist, who is known to mobilize dozens of congregants to pray during emergencies. When he couldn't reach her, he tried his mother to ask her to start the prayers.

Smoke and dust filled the car. The doors were jammed. Smith looked at his girlfriend and her bleeding leg and thought, "She needs to get out of here now."

He took off his polo shirt, wrapped it around his arm and tried smashing the door's window. Other passengers watched. With his shirt off, huge tattoos on his arms were visible. He got them last year after surviving the head-on collision. A drunk driver in the wrong lane slammed into Smith's car at 85 mph. After walking away from the accident largely uninjured, Smith got the word "BLESSED" tattooed on his forearm. A few weeks later, he had someone add on his shoulder words from the book of Isaiah: "No weapon formed against you shall prosper." And he had the word "faith" written across his left wrist.

He got the tattoos because he said he believed God had saved him from the car crash and was trying to teach him through it. His mom told him: "God kept you alive for a reason. He's preparing you for something."

Ten months later, at the train crash, those tattooed arms began to hurt as he pounded the glass. With each punch, his knuckles became sore and bruised.

Frustrated, he tossed his shirt aside. And just as he did, a fellow passenger, a middle-aged woman, pointed to a bright red fire extinguisher near his foot.

He picked it up and hit the glass, but nothing happened. The second slam made a two-inch crack in the glass. People started yelling, "Hit it again, man!" and "Yeah, yeah!"

He kept swinging until he knocked the impact-resistant window out of its frame.

Smith helped his girlfriend and another teenage girl through the window, then walked with them to the end of the train. It wasn't until they reached the last car, when passengers started staring, that he realized he was bleeding. He felt the spot where the right side of his head was split open. It would take six staples to close the eight-inch gash.

Recounting of all this three days after the crash, Smith said he was amazed that he and others in his car survived and that he reacted with action instead of panic. He talked about his great-grandmother -- a minister who held Sunday services in her basement and spent her life helping more than 50 foster children. She and other relatives taught him to pray.

"I really believe God was in there with me . . . that he was in control," Smith said. "He's the reason I'm alive."

He is now contemplating getting a few new tattoos to reflect the sentiment.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/07/03/AR2009070302330_pf.html

by on Jul. 5, 2009 at 3:32 AM
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momaof8
by Bronze Member on Jul. 5, 2009 at 7:22 AM

I know there are times I have seen God in things or around things that happened.

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jabs54
by on Jul. 5, 2009 at 9:43 AM

That's a cool story!

acissejessica
by on Jul. 5, 2009 at 10:03 AM

FYI: my best friend and I used to take that metro every day, that happened between our stop and work. I moved from there in March and the day that happened she had taken off of work to meet me to go to the beach. I just keep thinking omigosh she would have been  on the train that day if she wasnt visiting with me!

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blondekosmic15
by Platinum Member on Jul. 6, 2009 at 11:59 PM

 

Quoting acissejessica:

FYI: my best friend and I used to take that metro every day, that happened between our stop and work. I moved from there in March and the day that happened she had taken off of work to meet me to go to the beach. I just keep thinking omigosh she would have been  on the train that day if she wasnt visiting with me!


Yes, I have experienced similar situations. Truly makes you believe someone is watching over you! Thx. for sharing!

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