This is pretty unbelievable. Bob Roberts (love the name) crashed his small plane yesterday shortly after take-off onto the shoulder of Interstate 95 near Fort Lauderdale, FL. The rescue team found him sitting upright in the cockpit, injured but OK, while the rest of the plane was totaled. I bet Bob started believing in God that instant, if he hadn’t already.
Nobody on the ground was hurt, although I am sure the highway was backed up for hours as a result of some world-class rubbernecking.