Our car hit a water furrow, and rolled and rolled and rolled. When we eventually came to a stop, it was the worst of the worst, something I have re-lived time and again in my mind. We struggled free from the car, and I realized my kids weren't in the car anymore. When I eventually got out, it was only the silence of the night that surrounded me. I called to them, and our little boy Josh then started crying from somewhere in the bushes next to the car. When I found him, he only had a cut to the head. But we couldn't find 12 year old Aldo.
Read this touching, life-changing testimony by Retha McPherson HERE
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