So: a lady in Fort Wayne, Indiana, is driving along when a voice in her head — subsequently identified as belonging to the Creator of the Whole Big Universe — tells her to let go of the wheel because He wants a turn driving.
She follows the Divine Command and takes her hands off the wheel.
“I remember it happened and I didn’t quite know what was going on for a split second. As I grabbed the handle bars as the bike was losing control and I looked back around my left shoulder, all I see is her tire and the left bumper getting ready to run my face over. Literally I was inches from that bumper and I just said to myself today is the day I die. I just shut my eyes and said if this is the way that God wants to do it then I guess that this is the way we’re going to do it,” Oliveri said.
He has a lengthy list of injuries including road rash and a set of broken ribs.
“She rolled over the bike and she rolled over me and everything and I just figured that was it.”
Yup. On instruction from no less than the Very Big Guy Himself, one Prionda Hill surrendered command of her vehicle to an Invisible Friend and rolled over a motorcyclist.
Now, Fort Wayne has a population of slightly more than 250,000-people. Some of them are architects, some of them are engineers, some of them are lawyers, pharmacists, doctors, computer programmers — on and on.
What do you figure are the odds of Prionda Hill hitting somebody whose girlfriend is even dumber than herself?
He was taken to Lutheran Hospital. He said the bruises and road rash on his back look like a heart and angel wings. Oliveri’s fiance doesn’t think that’s any sort of coincidence, either.
“When he came into the emergency room, the bruise on the top of his back was shaped like a heart. When we got him up to his room, his bruise on his back, and even now, is shaped like angel wings. Even the nurses said that. His guardian angel was watching over him, and she gave him her wings. Then she went on vacation, because he’s put her through the ringer,” Oliveri’s fiance said.
Uh-huh. This is an interesting scenario, no? Job-like, God idly picks Oliveri for some screwing with, and a junior member of the Team snatches him from death and leaves a bleeding angel wing-shaped mess on his back.
I mean, maybe that’s how it happened. Who the hell knows what an angel wing looks like, anyhow? And has the voice in Ms. Hill’s head ever caused her to almost kill anybody else? And what is God going to do about that angel who swept in and foiled His plan?