Whenever I see a white cross planted on the side of the road where a fatal accident has occurred, I have the habit of crossing myself and offering a prayer for the soul of the victim. Today, I was driving a friend back up the Western side of the mountains (Victoria Pass) which is a steep, zig-zaging piece of highway. I have driven up this way numerous times, and I know there is a white cross on the cliff side as you come up, in fact I saw it this morning as I drove down the mountain. Suddenly, I noticed that it was on the other side of the road, leaning on it's side on a rock. We pulled over, so we could at least stand the cross upright. My friend asked me where it should be, and I pointed to the other side of the road to the spot. At that moment, a truck which had lost control came tearing down the mountain around a bend on the wrong side of the road! then suddenly swerved and went up a saftey ramp on the on the cliff side, and came to a stop. My friend and I crossed the highway to check on the driver who was in his 20's and quite shaken. I tried to reassure him that he did everything right, and thank God he knew about the saftey ramp. He replied that he was from Sydney and had never come down Victoria Pass before, and only saw the saftey ramp because he saw me point at it! We told him the real reason I was pointing, and he told us that he too was Orthodox (Antiochian) and his name was George (as is my friend's, so we were three Orthodox Georges!) We all realised that we had been saved from tragedy by the Power of the Cross and our Heavenly Patron! We planted the cross back in it's original position and sang the Troparion of the Cross and Kontakion of St. George in Greek and Arabic. And then George the truck driver noticed a little brass plate that had fallen on to the ground from the Cross...The plate said that the Cross had been planted in memory of yet another George!
Glory to God!