Autobiography Dieter Rolf Fischer Book 11
(Photos by the author, unless stated) Book 11 / Ch. 14 Written / Published 2.01.13 / 4.01.13
"You alone are the LORD; You have made heaven, the heaven of heavens, with all their host, he earth and everything on it, the seas and all that is in them, and You preserve them all. The host of heaven worships You." (Nehemia 9, 6)
14. Seven ISSO
Only a block away from the suburb, where I stayed in Sydney was a Salvation Army Church. I would have loved to attend the 10.30 AM service there, but wanted to make an early start travelling. When I found out the address was No. 9, I nearly changed plans. But normal people don't make decisions, just because a number fits in?
I was ready and packed to start the 1500 km journey west at 7.30 AM. On radio 2CH 1170 AM a traffic warning had been broadcast. My ears just picked up Parramatta Road, Johnson Street, Annandale. This was near where I would be travelling. Luckily, it was a Sunday morning. At such an hour the accident did not cause any delays, just a short detour through the backstreets around the crash location.
The name Johnson Street vaguely registered in my head. But at first only the name John meant something, not Johnson. My curiosity, however, increased after I had seen the first police vehicle at the road closure, corner Johnson Street. This patrol car, there were others, was the only registration plate I could read ...074.
A moment ago, as I checked the street map out of curiosity, I uncovered a further twist - the names of the two streets, which traffic had to use as detour. Google Maps showed Corunna Ln (not La as in previous chapter's Walker La.) and Cannon St.
Let's take Corunna and Cannon, eliminate doubled-up letters and create R U N and U R N. There is a third option, which I just uncovered. Thinking further I came up with NUR, a Germany word meaning only. Only the day before had I come across the word only, near the Sydney Opera House.
I had seen a marker, beside the harbour, probably in memory of lost sailors. It read NOBLY DONE DUTY. It reminded me of the scripture in Luke 17, Verse 10*, where Jesus gave an illustration of what a true servant should be like - not demanding appreciation or accolades, rather simply saying: I have ONLY DONE (my) DUTY.
Later in the day, as my mind reflected during the long hours on the road, a Johnson Street suddenly came on the radar. Not physically, like a street, but in my mind. I recalled a brief magic experience during my USA cycling trip (see Chapter 2). Not only that, but like the present, it was also a Sunday Morning, where listening to the radio caused things to unfold.
God can use anything HE chooses to fulfill HIS purposes. If it's radio, it only takes ears to hear.
It happened again in the early afternoon, just after turning off at Balranald to take the road to Ouyen. My ears heard something on radio. Moments later, often it's at the same second, when my eyes spotted something, a road sign. Take a look:
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To break the long journey home, driving the slightly longer route across the Blue Mountains, I had a brief stop at a place called Cowra, not to be confused with Nowra, on the south coast of New South Wales. Cowra is famous, or should we say infamous, for the tragedy, which happened during the Second World War.
After leaving Narrandera, driving across the Hay Plaines through to South Australia's Mallee region, my Suzuki had to battle strong headwinds. It slowed us down a little, but I'm very thankful my trusted, almost 15 year old friend, took me nearly 3000 km (2974 to be exact) without an incident. I arrived home at 6.10 PM. My wife was happy to see me. Or was she?
Whatever, I phoned a friend to enquire as to the starting time of the Salisbury Church of Christ Christmas Eve carol singing. There was time to get there. I was only a few minutes late.
The lyrics of another song at Salisbury church that night, are worth mentioning. (I alluded to it in the previous chapter.) The Church of Christ service on Christmas was a low-key, simple service. That's what carol singing should be. We sang all the old favourites, accompanied on the piano by the same lady, who had played years ago, when I was part of the band, playing the trumpet.
The Pastor made a comment about a song by Bette Midler: "God is watching us from a distance". It was the same song I had heard, listening to Radio 2 CH two days earlier, while writing my diary on Sydney Harbour. The pastor expressed a valid thought:
May I add a thought about the virgin birth, which is worth pondering upon: Had abortion been the order of the day, as it is today, Mary would have had the best reason to tell a doctor; "An angel came to me and said, I will have a baby; without even having sex with a man! It was forced onto me! If I don't have this pregnancy terminated, Joseph threatened to have me stoned."
Thank God, HIS will was done through faithful servants, who were willing to do it.
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GILCHRIST PREDICTS END OF DAYS
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At this point I stopped writing to take our evening meal. A brief glance at the 6 PM News made me ponder. A woman was found dead in Bali. Her name sounded like North (It was). I had planned to continue writing about a car crash, where my linking brain had worked overtime. Now, in a far corner of my brain the word north rang a bell. A car crash, where north played a pivotal role had occupied my mind days earlier.
On TV Channel Nine a report about a vehicle crash in Adelaide's North (this is not the north referred to above) made my antenna go up. Right at the end of the news report, visible for a split second only, an ambulance was driving away. My eyes just caught the registration plate - ...138. Still, what does one do with such an isolated observation?
Nothing, until the next day, as I was cycling along the service road, beside Main North Road, I spotted a parked, registration plate ...138. This brought back the ambulance from the previous evening. It started me thinking again about the crash, in which a young man had lost his life, according to the news.
The very next moment, an ambulance turned into Main North Road. I wondered about the registration number. It was ...001. Had it been the same 138 ambulance it would been a direct link. Still, thoughts about this car crash didn't let go.
I let the matter rest for a day. When curiosity got the better of me, I googled a report about this crash. Reading online was like - I have been here before (deja-vu). In previous books I have written how I had heard or seen about car crashes, how my analytic mind asked questions, and how I tried to make sense of it all. The McGee case (more in a moment) had triggered much of this. Was history repeating itself?
Here is an extract of the crash report, as published in The Australian Newspaper (news.com.au):
Had I not in a previous book questioned, why the age of a person was being withheld? I had indeed (in Book 4, Chapter 16). Back then I asked, as I did reading the above, why mention age, when it was not given? And if it was not known, why write 'it was not released'. The website of SAPOL (South Australian Police) had actually given the age of the dead driver - 22 years.
Reading on, as if history again was repeating itself, I found a discrepancy in the way the crash was reported geographically. Just as I had back in Book 9, Chapter 4, where a vehicle had crashed and the report's location did not seem to make sense.
Researching Google Maps I found that Curtis Road, just before Angle Vale road turns at an angle. Where it hits Angle Vale Road, Curtis Road runs due north, while Angle Vale Road runs more East / West. (Google Maps, we must assume, show north at the 12 o'clock position.)
Here is that word north, which had me intrigued. You see, the continuation of Curtis Road, beyond the crash site, is called McGee Road. And this name is associated in a big way to a car crash, which lead to a Royal Commission to which I contributed, because I saw many things that did not add up. (Book 4, Chapter 15)
You see, there is a direct link from the name McGee to the word North!
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The full name of the reported dead lady in Bali was Dennielle Enid North. Her mother Wendy is quoted on Facebook:
Her baby girl was 33 years old. They come from Deception Bay, near Brisbane (north, of course). What do we make of it all?
A friend of the dead woman wrote on facebook:
Lad ewig? Ewig is German, meaning eternal. Eternal lad sounds like a nice way of labelling the Christmas child.
J an L would also fit right in here!
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But my linking thinking about this crash had not yet ended. The next day, another registration plate 138 leapt into the picture:
Hyundai Getz for sale $ 6500 / Registration No. ...138
The story surrounding the above Getz gets somewhat spooky. It is still fresh in my mind, however, and I write as I always do - as it was, as I saw things.
During our long summer evenings I find riding my bicycle not only enjoyable, but beneficial for various other reasons. (You see things, too!) On Saturday 29th December I loaded the Standish Mission into the Suzuki and drove to Port Adelaide, where I parked outside the Magistrates Courts. Parking there was easier than on the beachfront.
What took place at Henley Beach that evening felt like a scene from a scripted movie. I was not part of it, only the onlooker.
I decided to ride not along the beach front, the Esplanade, but rather one street back (Military Road). There the winds were less of a problem. Had I not cycled there, I might have missed, on my right, the street sign: FOORD Ave. Right under the sign, two people, it may have been three, were walking from this small street to two parked vehicles. Two of the people, from memory a man and a woman, wore red shirts!
Riding a little slower than I would have on my GIANT, I read both registration plates. The first one ...108, the second ...030. I don't know what I thought of at first - that they total 138, or a link, triggered by the red shirts? The shirts reminded me of a big shopping centre fire nearby, which occurred on 3/12/12, earlier that month.
At the time I had seen the news reports and recalled another huge, multi-million Dollar fire, at the Mitcham shopping centre, which resulted in a complete rebuilding of the shopping complex.
The red shirts and the two vehicle plates, totalling 138, made me turn east into Marlborough Street. A few hundred meters, if that, what a surprise? The registration plate138, the above, light blue Hyundai Getz! My curious mind went into overdrive. I stopped and photographed the vehicle. I sensed something was happening, so I also photographed the letterboxes right beside the blue car.
(Please note: I removed the first letter in the street name)
Stopping during my bike ride and taking the photographs made me think: Glad my wife decided to not come with me. We'd be in the car instead. She would have gone bananas, had I mentioned red shirts, number plates or shopping centre fires. Had I attempted to stop and take a photo, it would have started World War III, possibly followed by a threat of a break-out by one ... prisoner of war ...?
I had tried hard earlier that evening to persuade my wife to spend the evening with me, sitting on the beach und a cool palm tree, watching the sun go down over the ocean and ...
Now I was glad she stayed at home. Why sit around, watching water, the sun in your eyes, and getting sand all over you, when you can grab your camera, get on a bike and take photographs of parked cars and letterboxes?
The location of the Fulham Gardens blaze, where I had cycled to that Saturday evening, was at a dangerous Western suburbs intersection. In my driving-lessons-online website (link on my home page) I have published 3 true stories, crash investigations, drawing on my years of experience in driver education.
Story No.2 took place right at this intersection. As I saw it, a lady instructor and her pupil had died, in part through lack of proper legislation regarding driving-school vehicles.
The first crash story on my website took place near and in the same street, on Swan Tce, Ethelton, where I had taken the WOW 100.5 FM photo during the same bike ride. (Picture in the previous chapter). Only after I had passed that spot did my brain connect, that I had passed two of the three locations I had written about.
I titled my driving-lessons-online crash investigations True Stories. But please remember, all my writing is true! I have little interest in fiction (sorry Ms Rawlings).
As I close this chapter in Adelaide on 4.1.13 the temperature is forecast to reach a sweltering 44 degrees. Yesterday, as I published the previous chapter, the temperature had reached 40.6 deg.
At 10.35 am it has reached already 39.2 degrees. Fires have already been reported from the *Clare region and, as my wife just told me, on the York Peninsula. Let's hope and pray no lives will be lost and that damage to property will be minimal.
(*How ironic, the timing and the place of the fire: Seven Hill.)
Let's also hope and pray that the world will wake up to God's message of Hope, which is found in Jesus Christ alone.
A L one. 7 won!