Richard had never been a believer; his belief system veered only towards the tangible things the world offered him: a steady job, smart investments here and there and, of course, how much money his car dealership raked in every month.
But when his Lexus collided with a truck at eighty kilometres per hour, and he found himself in a ditch hanging upside down, he couldn’t ignore the possibility of a divine presence. Of God.
Though it was not the simple fact that he survived the crash that led him to that conclusion. It was the light-filled, golden-armoured man standing not too far from his battered vehicle.