Saved By the Skin of My Teeth

I sat huddled in my 1980 Ford Pinto, my four year old son in the back seat and my stepdaughter sitting beside me in the front.  Her husband had run us off the road and was now headed for us with a gun in his hand.  What happened next changed my life forever.  What Satan orchestrated, God used for good. Now I’m called to Forgive.  Is it possible?