Panic on the Highway 山路历险记 （4）
 My brother's truck, moving downhill
fast, got far ahead of me. With it went the last vestiges of my
courage. On one side of my little car the mountain rose like a gigantic
wall of sheer rock. On the other side was thin air. I struggled
desperately not to look over the edge.
 Traffic was streaming down the grade,
mostly big trucks in the righthand lane. I wanted to join them there
but I could not bring myself to steer to the right, toward the edge.
Instead I kept inching to the left, going slower and slower in the
passing lane, trying to hug the mountain wall.
Drivers behind me honked their horns angrily.
Panic paralyzed me. I wanted to stop but there was no place to pull
over. I tried to say the Lord's Prayer. My throat was too tight
for words to come.
 Ahead of me I could see that the road
made a sweeping turn to the left. A river of steel was rushing around
that curve, moving fast under the pull of gravity. I knew that all
I had to do was inch the steering wheel to the left and keep pace
with traffic, but my arms were rigid. The fear that filled the car
was stronger, much stronger, than I was.
 Behind me the impatient horns blared
their angry chorus. I was absolutely certain that I was going to
plunge straight ahead, through the flimsy barrier, then down, down,
down through an endless drop. I moaned through clenched teeth. Again
I tried to pray, this time silently. I begged God not to fail me,
to take full control of the situation. Lord, save me from my fear.
 Then, abruptly, something unbelievable
happened. The traffic roared on. The curve was coming closer. But
suddenly, in a flash, the fear vanished. I experienced a presence,
virtually a palpable sensation, of overwhelming love filling my
car, washing over me, blotting our the stark panic. Another phrase
from the Bible flashed into my mind; "Perfect love casteth
out fear." I felt that perfect love, the Lord's love, reaching
out to touch my shoulder. A voice, soundless yet perfectly real,
said, You are safe now. I am here.