No Labels, Just People: A True Story of Unity and Purpose

This morning, on my way to a safety meeting, I witnessed an accident about a quarter of a mile ahead. But this post isn’t about the accident itself—it’s about the truth.

In the car was a black woman in her 60s. She lost control, went off the highway, and then over-corrected, sliding across both lanes before flipping over into a ditch. I stopped, turned on my hazards, and ran toward the car. A few others joined me. A black man in his 30s, wearing work clothes, who was driving a semi truck, and I crawled around the car looking inside. We could only see the woman. The front of the car was crushed, but the back was still in good shape. All the doors were locked.

We tried to break a window with no luck. A white woman in her 40s, wearing a ball cap and talking on the phone with the police, handed us a tire iron. The black man tried again but couldn’t break the window. Then another black man, around 50, in business clothes, brought us a shovel. The first man tried to jab the window with it, but still couldn’t break it. I took the shovel and swung it like a baseball bat, shattering the window. A young black man in his 20s, wearing sagging jeans and a t-shirt, showed up. He crawled through the window, into the front seat, and unlocked the door.

The driver was laying on the roof with her legs twisted in all directions. I opened the door and spoke to her, making sure she was conscious and not badly hurt. The first black man and I helped pull her out of the car. Once we got her out, the crowd cheered, “Praise Jesus!” She was helped away from the car and laid down on the ground. I didn’t see any injuries on her, and she seemed okay considering everything.

I walked around the car and shook hands with everyone who helped. That’s when I noticed the driver’s Bible beside the car. A lady picked it up and handed it to her. The crowd started praising Jesus again.

Now, here’s the point of this story. In those few minutes, nothing mattered except helping someone in need. It didn’t matter who we were—our race, income, or politics. There were people from all walks of life working together to save this woman. We all came together, and though I don’t know if everyone there was a Christian, I do know the crowd was praising Jesus, thanking Him for keeping the woman safe and putting the right people in the right place at the right time.

As a country, we need to stop focusing on things that don’t matter and focus on what’s truly important. My wife always asks why I end up in these situations. As Chris Kyle would say, I’m a sheepdog. I believe God has a purpose for me and uses me when others are in need.