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"OhGod!OhGod!OhGod!OhGod!OhGod!OhGod!OhGod!"

It wasn't much of a prayer, but apparently, it worked.  She skidded to a stop, stood up and brushed at her jeans - while the boys in the small truck she had just fallen out of completed the left-hand turn in front of me and pulled over on the side of the road to pick her up.

My light turned green and I drove across the intersection and pulled to a stop behind them.

"JesusChrist!JesusChrist!JesusChrist!JesusChrist!JesusChrist!"

The boys were using the name as an expletive.  They nervously shoved their long hair out of their eyes - more for the sake of doing something with their hands than trying to see.  They looked like they were trying to shake themselves out of a bad dream - dumbfounded that their friend was just standing there, unhurt.

Wide-eyed, they came over to my car window.  "Jesus Christ!" they said at me.

"That's right", I agreed, "Jesus Christ protected your friend - there were angels all over her!"

There was no other explanation for it.  As the truck turned, the door opened and out she came - her legs straight out in front of her and her arms straight out to the sides.  She glided like that across the center turn lane and two traffic lanes and came to a gentle stop just before the curb at the far corner of the intersection.  By all rights, she should have rolled and scraped the skin off her bare arms, then cracked her skull on the curb.  But she just stood up and walked over to her friends near my car window.  Not a scratch.  Her jeans didn't even look like she had been sitting on the dirty street, much less sliding on it! It was truly a miracle.

A re-run "Cage's Corner" from Saturday, May 21, 2011

It’s 4:30 in the morning and there’s a line from a song repeating in my head.  It’s the simple phrase “Wake up to reality”.

In the past two days, Don and I have been to 3 excellent political meetings.

On Thursday, the Longmont Republican Women hosted Ken Clark, who gave a talk titled “Our Ties that Bind.”  When I heard the talk before, I missed this point:  “Education without action is entertainment.”  It is important that we know the purpose of the Liberty groups and the Republican Party, but if we don’t do something with that knowledge, we’ve simply had a nice little meeting-lunch.  Our Party is the organization under which we operate in the political process.  The Liberty Groups teach us, as United States citizens, our rights and responsibilities in that process.

Sharon Saare then showed us slides of Israel.  In all her world travels, she said, Israel is the country most like our own.  We saw the security wall, and the peaceful little cafés – which had been easy targets for suicide bombers before that wall was built.  We saw the place where Palestinian snipers used to sit and pick off Israeli children on their way to school.  How could anyone but a terrorist possibly benefit from giving that land back to Israel’s enemies?

At the Lincoln Day Dinner on Thursday evening, Congressman Cory Gardner drew a standing ovation when he pledged to stand with Israel (against our own president!!).  He also spoke of the steps he’s taking in Congress to get the government off the backs of the American people, reduce the debt, and help America to re-take its place as the greatest nation in the world.

Many elected Republicans either spoke or were recognized, and we raised money for the Boulder County GOP.  The highlight of the evening was when the President of Colorado Christian University, Bill Armstrong, was honored (and surprised) with an award for his 50 years of Outstanding Public Service, including service to Colorado and the country as a U.S. Congressman (’72 – ‘78) and a U.S. Senator (’78 – ‘90).

I’m writing this from prison.  My crime was my silence.  The long, narrow room has dirty concrete floors and once-white walls, marred with the fingerprints of many of the thousands of people who were here before me.  Seven unmatched black, shabby chairs are the only furniture.  A little television is mounted high in the corner, programmed to explain to me the State’s justification for my imprisonment.

You may say:  “You’re just waiting while your car has its emissions tested.”