About The Coming:
It had been a long day, and the drive home proved to be even longer as freezing rain and subsequent black ice quickly turned into wet, heavy snow. Snow on black ice is treacherous, but going slowly, I made progress. As I approached my turn, I looked across the valley; a car spinning out of control crashed into the guardrail and stopped! Flames flickered from under the car as it hung precariously over the cliff.
Throwing caution to the wind, I raced up the hill, slid to a stop, jumped out of my truck, and as I ran to the woman standing there, another woman was slumped over the wheel, eyes open but not moving, and both of them, pregnant! Immediately, I knew them, Mareilene and Dareilene, twins from high school. As I grabbed the door handle, Mareilene yanked me back, looked at me, almost insanely, with blood dripping down her face, screamed,
“Dareilene and baby are dead, and ‘He’ doesn’t know that she was traveling with me. Damn it, Joe, help me! I need to push the car off the cliff and let it explode with them in it.”
I yelled,
“What the fuck! You can’t do that!”
Mareilene, scared to death, yelled,
“He’s coming, Joe, and the only way we live is to let him think it’s me and my baby that are dead at the bottom of this cliff. Damn it, Joe, decide! Both my baby and I live, or we all will die! Dareilene and her baby are dead, and Joe, I now know that God sent you here to save me and my baby!”
Her eyes told me the truth, and then, with one shove, the car with Dareilene and her unborn baby plunged off the cliff and exploded in flames. We climbed into my truck, and as I hit the gas, Mareilene, rapidly going into shock, cried,
“Drive like the Devil is on your heels, Joe because He is!”
The Coming . . . God and man, versus the Devil and his minions.
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Author Bio:
A. Ben Bacon, a resilient individual, was born in Stevens Point, Wisconsin, in July 1953. His early years were marked by change, as his family moved to Farmington, New Mexico when he was five. He spent almost fourteen years there, and it was during this time that he was married to his first wife, Connie, for 24 years. His life took another turn when he became a widower after nearly eighteen years of marriage to his second wife, Doreen. Undeterred, he now resides in Colorado with his partner of five years, Sandra Hays. Ben’s life has been a whirlwind of adventure, taking him to twenty-six states and several countries. His journey began in January 1973 when he enlisted in the US Navy, sailing on the USS Camden off the coast of Vietnam during the Vietnam War. His thirst for knowledge led him to the US Navy Nuclear Power School in California and Idaho. After he left the US Navy, he went to the University of Utah, where he received his Bachelor of Science in meteorology in March 1979. In 1983, he joined the US Air Force as a meteorologist and an officer. Subsequently, he became a typhoon chaser (hurricane hunter in the United States) flying as an aerial reconnaissance weather officer/instructor out of Guam, a US territory. To him, it was the job of a lifetime. To be a meteorologist and able to fly into the world’s worst storms was heaven on earth to him. The Black Swan Squadron was inactivated on September 30, 1987. Upon squadron inactivation, Ben was accepted to the US Navy’s prestigious Naval Postgraduate School, a NATO school located in Monterey, California, where he received his Master of Science degree in meteorology in June 1989.Ben’s love for the outdoors is not just a hobby but a profound connection with nature that defines his life. It’s this deep-rooted passion that drew him to the breathtaking state of Colorado. His favorite pastimes, including hiking, snow skiing, road trips, and fishing, are not just activities but a means to commune with nature and rejuvenate his spirit. Indoors, he indulges in a variety of creative pursuits: reading, writing, cooking, watercolor/oil/acrylic painting, and collecting barometers, reflecting his multifaceted personality and his constant quest for new experiences.