I roll down my window.  This guy comes up and starts railing on me.  Complete with very foul, extremely foul language.  He says I cut him off back there.  I say, "I didn't know, I'm sorry, please calm down, just calm down.  I have three children in the car, just calm down."  He keeps up the language, and the railing.

I am looking around the whole time.  No oncoming traffic.  My foot goes back on the gas, and once again, I step on the gas.  My daughter has been saying this whole time, "Mommy, I'm scared, mommy, you're scaring me.  Mommy I'm scared."

And she is crying, and shaking, sobbing really.

The man pounds my car with his fist.  We drive away.  I tell my daughter "It's okay.  We're okay.  Every thing is all right.  We're okay.  He's not there any more."

He is done.  He doesn't follow us any more.  I'm shook up, unnerved, truly.  I pick up my cell phone--what do I do?  I mean, no use calling anyone now.  Why didn't I pick it up immediately when the first thing happened.  I so did not expect anything like this to happen.

If I cut him off, he either pulled out of the parking lot (really fast) to the left of where I was at the stop light when I looked back right to turn, or he pulled into the right lane (it was four lanes here with a middle turn lane to boot) and sped up, because I did see a car there, in the left lane, when I began to turn right.

We went to pick up my son, and my daughter is still so scared.  She is worried he's following us, and I keep reassuring her the whole way.  The baby needs to eat.  We are 15 minutes early to pick up my son.  I ask her if she wants me to feed the baby outside in the car, or just go get her brother.  Of course, she just wants to get her brother and go home.  I got her brother, and apologized to the group and to him.  Briefly, I explained to him why he had to come now while we were walking back to the car.

I didn't mention, but we had to make two more stops on the way home to drop some things off to a couple of friends while we were close to their homes.  So, first stop, dd asks me not to go inside.  No problem.  My dear friend asks me to come in.  Explaining again briefly to her what happens, she tells me it happened to her within the last week too, and someone else she observed it happening to in another parking lot within the same week.

People, this is frightening.  The local news said Police and the State Patrol locally are really cracking down on this.

On to the next house.  I really have to feed the baby.  We all go in.  My friend is talking to us a couple of minutes when her husband comes home.  As soon as I can, I asked her husband to pray for us.  This is a man, after all--reassurance from strength.  And I have known this family since my eldest was 4years old.  They're a great couple, and this man knows his bible, and is a pillar of strength, strong in his faith.  Before he even begins to pray, he calms her down and talks to her about blessing those that curse you.  Thankfully, afterwards, she is at peace.

That night, before bed, we pray for the driver.  Next morning, my daughter gets up, and tells me, she's named him.  His name is Darwin.  She tells me, it means "God loves you."

She asks each of us to pray for him.  The only reason I can think of that we had to go through this is that no one else is praying for this man.  So we have to.  And we are.

Thankfully, God stopped up my daughter's ears when Darwin was railing on me.  I know she has never heard such language, and what she did hear, it sounded totally different to her.  The worst thing she heard was him calling me "stupid" and "dumb".  Which he did say, but she didn't get the rest of it.

God is still in control. 

Praise him.  In every thing, praise the Lord.