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 "The Day My Dad Received His Miracle"
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This is a true story;
about a miracle that my dad
had received one day from God,
on his trip back home from his job.
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This is a closeup of a Taylorcraft plane;
Just like the one dad owned.
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The other two pictures below are my dad
with his "Country Girl".
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"Country Girl"


At the time my dad had worked for;
an Insurance Company.
He was a Fire Insurance Inspector.

This job consisted of inspecting;
the dwellings of homes;
for this particular insurance Co.

My dad would sometimes be sent;
out of state, on these inspection jobs.

We lived in a small village;
in  a little town called Sheridan Mich.
He'd have work in Michigan;
plus a few of the surrounding states as well.

Including Illinois, Indiana,
and sometimes Ohio.

My dad owned a single engine;
Taylorcraft airplane at the time.
He called her "Country Girl".

She was red, white, and blue.
My dad was very patriotic;
and he loved flying very much.

To save expenses on distance;
he would use the plane to go out of state
during the week.

Then he would come home
on the weekends.

With using the plane for his job
once in a while he would come home;
on Wed nights in which made my mom happy.

We had our own air strip in the field;
across the road from where we lived.

So' when he would take off in the morning;
mom would stand on the front porch;
and wave as he flew by.

She enjoyed flying as well;
but at the same time;
she would always worry about him flying.

This one particular day;
he was going to Indiana;
and only had a few inspections to wrap up.

So he was just planning on flying home;
later that day.

(This is where dad received;
his miracle from God)
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Dad had purchased the airplane in 1963;
and the plane had two separate fuel tanks.

He was told that only one of the tanks;
had worked at that time and the other did not.

The reserve tank was completely full of fuel;
but, for some reason it would not switch over;
to the other tank.
 
He was planning on having it fixed;
but had not done so yet.

He hadn't had the plane that long at the time.

On this particular day he was estimating;
that from the distance he had to go that day;
that he would have enough fuel to get home on.

He had flown enough times to know;
that he  was usually pretty accurate.

He kept watching his gage;
and he was using more fuel than;
what he was anticipating on.

He knew at this time his estimation;
was not accurate.

And he knew at this particular point
that he was in trouble.
At this time he'd become really nervous;
and agitated.

His engine began cutting out;
and his first reaction was---
to try and flip the switch over;
to the reserve tank, even though he knew;
it wasn't working at the time.

But he was hoping by some miracle it
would turn over.

He could never have imagined;
what was about to take place.

He then was  slowly going down;
and he began praying out loud;

 HELP ME GOD' PLEASE HELP ME'
I'm going down GOD'.
 
And he was flipping the switch back and forth;
at this time trying to get it to switch over.

And being more and more agitated.

He began praying louder and louder;
GOD PLEASE HELP ME'
PLEASE HELP ME GOD'.

And dad yelled out loud;
one more time to God.
OH DEAR GOD PLEASE HELP ME.

(I can't even explain the terror;
he was feeling at this very moment.
It's even hard to put into words).

Then all at once the switch;
that wouldn't move earlier;
had suddenly switched on immediately.

All of a sudden fuel was coming in;
from the other tank.

So shocked' he could hardly contain
himself, from what was happening.
 
so right away he knew;
that he was going to be alright.

And he was able to get the plane up again.

Then he  began praying to God immediately;
thanking him for what he had done for him.

He could not hardly describe the terror he felt;
up there in that plane.

Thinking he was going down;
And what the outcome would be.

Thinking that this was it.
He thought at one point that his life;  
was all over.

But his faith, and his prayer was heard.
And thank God--- it was heard.

He had gotten home safe and sound;
with plenty of fuel to spare.

He landed his plane and was still;
thanking God for saving him.

When he got to the house he had told mom;
about his miracle.

And what God had done for him;
up their in that plane in that moment.

Dad checked the switch later that afternoon;
and the switch would not work.

That very next day he had the switch fixed.
He sold the plane four years later.

Every-time he would tell that story;
later on to the grand kids;
or members of the family;
I would get goose bumps all over.
 
And I would get chills from hearing him;
tell that story.

God really does perform miracles today.
I'm so thankful that he is always with us.

We just have to believe in him;
and trust in him.

I truly am thankful to him for saving;
my dad, that day for God surly was;
in that plane with dad that afternoon.
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This story is about my dad Wayne E. Webster
(1921-2002)

He was one heck of a man.

He had also served in the 8Th Air Force;
from 1941 to 1943.
 
They don't come any better than him.
 
He's truly missed and now I'm currently
working on a story about him.

Called "The Man" my dad.

It will be a while before;
I have it completed.
Thank you for taking your time out;
to read my story
~ ~ ~

Written by Sandra Winright
October 1, 2006



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