A friend of mine was driving through an intersection one day and his little four-year-old son was in the car with him.

The car door flew open, and the little boy rolled out of the vehicle right into the middle of traffic coming from four ways. The last thing my friend saw was a set of car wheels just about on top of his son--moving at a vary fast rate of speed. All he knew to do was cry,

"JESUS!"

As soon as he could bring his car to a halt, he jumped out ran to his son, who was perfectly all right.

But the man driving the car that had almost hit the child was absolutely hysterical. My friend went over to him and started trying to comfort him...

"Man, don't be upset!" he said. "My son is all right, he's okay... Don't be concerned about it. Just thank God you were able to stop!"

"You don't understand!" the man responded. "I never touched my brakes!"