Bottle Of Coke And A Surprise Poem by Ghost Writer Insomnis

About a month ago, stopped into the local Supermercado on my way home from work. I picked up some Mexican freezee pops, guacamole, etc, etc, and there big as life, in the middle of the store, stacked up to the sky, was this awesomely large display of (you guessed it) Mexican Coca-Cola the real - real thing. No ga-geetz in these bottles, just pure unadulterated, the real deal, Coke.... I couldn't wait to crack one open, only.77¢ a bottle. I carefully grabbed and placed (no boxes or cases of course for this unadvertised special, just display plastic) 20 glass bottles of Coke (the elixir of life) into the cart and made my way to the check out.

HOT evening outside and I wanted nothing more than to blast open a Mexican Coke and pour it over ice, AAAAhhhhhhh. Sorry, an A.D.D. moment, ok back to the story.

As I placed the bottles onto the checkout belt, I leaned over, grabbing yet another Coke with my whole hand gripping the waist of the bottle, to then follow in routine. Instantly, time changed, slowing almost to a halt; within that split second I heard and felt a loud 'EXPLOSION', YES, EXPLOSION. In fact, so loud, the woman who was checking me out (lol) , screamed and dropped the bottle she had in her hand, as it shattered all over the floor. I was anxious and afraid to look down at my now throbbing hand where the explosion had taken place. Numb and pulsating were the sensations best recalled. The visibly shaken checker slowly peered down and over the belt to see what had happened. I couldn't look right then, and just asked her 'es mi mano ensangrentada? ' if my hand was bloody? She appeared a bit puzzled at the question, and then smiled at me. When I finally was able to glance at what i believed to be an extremely serious wound, I noticed all digits appeared to be intact; my hand still cupping around a piece of glass. Strange, it appeared almost molded to the underside of my hand. I gazed at the shattered shards all over the basket, the food and most importantly, my hand. No blood, no cuts, not even a scratch, just one hand sized cupped piece of glass without a crack or blemish on it.... I then needed and took a few moments to regain composure as I attempted to piece together this unbelievably bizarre turn of events. I just stared at my hand and all I could think and say was 'Thank You Jesus'. The checker re-shopped all new groceries for me, carefully checked my hand, and with a look of amazement in her eyes, grabbed me 20 new 'cold' Mexican Cokes, for free. I told her 'gracias a Dios por haberme salvado la mano' (thank God for saving my hand) , then with the sweetest and most genuine smile, she whispered her agreement. That unforgettable sultry evening will forever remain a testament to my Lord and His ongoing ability to perform miracles. Elated yet bewildered, I stepped away from the store curb, knowing without hesitation or doubt, just minutes before, the Lord held and protected my hand, plain and simple.
To this day, what caused the freak explosion whether it was heat, inferior glass, or whatever, has not been my concern, all I really think about is being grateful to my friend who protected me that evening. God performs His love all around us each and every day, we need to make sure we take the time to notice it......