BOB AND I CONTINUE TO VISIT

As I have mentioned before, time travel has some interesting features in that I can remember what is going to happen.  I was with myself as a thirteen year old boy and myself as a 73 year old man with memories.  We were coming up on a certain place.....where five people were killed in 1955 on Christmas Day.  That would happen in three years and yet it happened forty seven years ago!  It was Christmas day in 1955 and the Santa Anas had been strong the night before.  My Dad and I took a ride up the Crest to spend some time together. All of the presents had been opened and Mom's wonderful Christmas dinner had been eaten.  Dad and I were restless.  When we got pretty far up the Crest, we came to some rocks on the road that had fallen due to the winds.  He wanted to stop and toss them over the side and I didn't and talked him out of it.  On the way back down, we saw cars pulled off to the side and people looking down into the canyon below.  A car had gone off the side killing five elderly people on there way to see family in L.A, on Christmas Day.  Presents were scattered all the way down and one man had been ejected and was lying face up and spread eagled on a large rock.  Lots of red around the back of his head.  One person had seen it happen and said the car hit a rock, blew a tire, and went over the side; it was the same place and the same rocks my Dad wanted to pitch over the side.  I was indirectly responsible for the deaths of five people.  Bob and I stopped there; I wanted to look down.  He asked why we were stopping and I said I remembered something that happened ....once...and I wanted to stop and rest awhile.  So we stopped and looked down.  At that time, there was no railing and Bob noticed that and as he looked down he said  : "They need a railing here....the road is too close to the edge...a car could go over the side here..nothing to stop it"..he noticed one rock on the road and went over, picked it up, and threw it over the side.  I felt cold chills and wondered if this trip had many meanings....I asked Bob to walk with me down to the big rock at the bottom. This would be the site where five people would die in three years.   When we came to it I wanted to stop for a moment and he wondered why..."I cant tell you.  You will think it strange, but I wish to pray here.  He said that would be ok and bowed his head.  I knelt down and prayed:  "Oh God..one day is as a thousand years and a thousand years is as a day with thee...You know the end from the beginning and known unto You are all Your works from the beginning of the World.  You are the disposer of events and I pray for all who.....come here.....to...this..... rock.....that they might feel Thy presence here and Pause to meet with Thee here.  Be with them and their families.  In Thy Holy and Prescious Name..Amen"   We returned to the car and finished the trip home.  Neither of us said much, but felt a strange peace in our midst.  Bob said it was so strange, he felt like he had been there before....(to  be continued)