This morning, on my way to a safety meeting, I witnessed a car accident unfold right in front of me. A woman had lost control of her vehicle, and it flipped over, trapping her inside. But this story isn’t about the crash itself—it’s about what followed. In an instant, strangers from all backgrounds came together, not out of obligation, but out of pure human compassion.

The driver was a Black woman in her 60s, shaken and injured. Without hesitation, I pulled over, along with a Black man in a truck, a white woman on her phone calling for help, and others who had also stopped. We worked together to break the window, trying everything we had. When nothing else worked, I grabbed a shovel and smashed the glass, finally opening a way in.

A young man bravely crawled through the broken window and unlocked the door. We gently pulled the woman out—she was hurt but alive. A wave of relief swept through the group, and someone shouted, “Praise Jesus!” Nearby, we found her Bible lying on the ground, a quiet symbol of hope and faith that had somehow survived the crash with her.

In that moment, none of us thought about race, background, or status. We were just people brought together by purpose—to save a life. As my wife often asks why I find myself in situations like this, I believe there’s a reason. Like the quote from Chris Kyle, I see myself as a “sheepdog,” someone called to protect and help others when it matters most. And in that moment, we all were.