I was on my to helping my friend move some furniture when my GPS decided it was best for me to visit hell instead. My GPS lead me and my son to a short cut down a narrow road in which the rocks became boulders as we kept going further and further down. I stopped and had my son look ahead and he believed it was getting more clear maybe it was dark or maybe these boulders alluded his eyes but I took his advise and continued down this path until the boulders became mountains under my car. It was getting dark and I truly didn’t know where I was neither did “OnStar” then with one cell left on my phone I called 911 and the told me I was at a Jeep training camp in West Point. I guess that explained the boulders.
An MP was sent to rescue us but when he saw the pickle we were in even the U.S Military might couldn’t help. He called for a special towing company that came about 2 hours later. The towing company said if they were to pull up my car it would suffer immeasurable damage . It would take a miracle to pull the car up by hand but at this point divine salvation was our only way up. We got down on our knees and prayed like there was no tomorrow and suddenly the force that was impossible was possible and my car survived with a minuscule nick to it’s underbelly. It truly was a miracle and at 2AM I decided that my friends furniture could wait until I bought a new GPS.