To seven year old Peter Given everything in the wood carver's shop was good, but the wooden framed glasses he found to be neater than anything he had ever seen. The glasses were as light as a feather and the wood must have been stained to have such an outstanding color.

"Try them on,"an old voice behind him said.

"No, thank you,"Peter answered.

"Why not?" Ruprert asked.

"Because they would make me look funny," retorted the tiny voice.

"I don't think they'd do that. Look, I'll try them on and you see if they make me look funny."

Rupert placed the wooden framed glasses on his face and looked at Peter. The lad stared at the old man for a moment and said.

"No, they don't make you look any different but I think I'd look funny in them."

"You try them on and I'll tell you if you look funny."

Slowly the lad placed the glasses on his face and looked up at the old man. Immediately he reached up, removed them, rubbed his eyes, and stared at the bearded man in front of him.

"What's wrong?" Rupert asked.

"These glasses are funny. I looked at you through them and I saw you as you looked when you were young man. You were clean shaven, had short brown curly hair, and you were getting ready to go on a trip to Israel."

"Do you know where or what Israel is, Peter?"

"I've heard mom and dad talk about it and I've seen it on the TV when the news is on, but I really don't know where it is."

"It's where I got the wood I made this frame from. Put the glasses back on and leave them for a minute or two while you look out the window and then tell me what you see."

It seemed more of an order to Peter than a mere request, but he was curious as to what he'd see. He walked to the window, put the glasses on, and looked out. Once more he quickly removed them from his head and looked back out the window. "These glasses are really funny." he said passing them back to Rupert. "When I had them on I saw a dog crossing the street and he got hit by a taxi cab and he was killed. When I took the glasses off there wasn't any dog there."

"Did it bother you that the dog got killed?"

"Yes, I have a dog of my own and I wouldn't want him to be hit by a car and killed."

Without knowing why Peter looked out the window again and the dog was standing on the sidewalk getting ready to cross the street. He turned and ran to the door and called to the dog. The animal was already walking toward the other curb and when he heard Peter call to him he turned and walked back toward a new made friend. At that moment a taxi came speeding by and would have surely hit the dog if Peter hadn't called to him. His tail was wagging a hundred times a minute as Peter put his tiny left hand under the dog's chin and with his right hand patted the dog's head. Peter looked back into the window and Rupert was standing there smiling. The youth scolded the dog for walking out into the street and as he patted his head for the last time returned to the shop.

"That was the dog I saw get killed by the taxi cab. If I hadn't called him back I think the cab would have hit him. I guess I saved his life."

"I think maybe you did, but you wouldn't have seen him without the glasses."

"I know, but I don't understand how I could see him before he was there."

"Neither do I," Rupert lied, "but I think you had better take these glasses and maybe you can save another dog."

Peter's mother had been looking at some of the carvings in the back of the store and had never seen what happened to her son. She walked up just as Rupert was passing the glasses to Peter.

"It's time to leave, Honey," she said as she reached for Peter's hand, "give the man back his glasses."

"They are his glasses to keep if he wants them." Rupert said as Peter folded them and put them in his jacket pocket.

"Thank you very much for the gift." Peter said as he gazed into the face of the aging old man. "Somehow, somewhere, if other things like this happen I'll find a way to tell you." Pete's mother didn't understand what they were talking about but added her thanks because the gift seemed to make him happy.

Outside the door he took the glasses from his pocket and placed them in position on his face. As they were walking along his mother was looking into store windows saying how pretty this looked, or how nice her sister Violet would look in that, when Peter noticed a man walking toward them. His movement was slow but precise as he neared them. When he was a few feet from them he started running and grabbed Mrs. Given's purse and fled down the street. Mrs. Given yelled but the crook was gone before anyone could grab him. Pete removed the glasses and put them back into his pocket.

A few minutes later Pete saw the same man coming toward them and for some reason Pete felt he knew what was going to happen. As soon as the would be thief was in the spot where Pete had seen him start running he grabbed his mother by the arm and turned her toward a store window that was loaded with toys. The thief was thrown off slightly by Pete's sudden movement and as he tried to reach out for Mrs. Given's bag Pete stuck out his foot and the man stumbled over it and fell to the ground."

"I'm sorry," Pete said as the man got to his feet.

The surprised would-be-thief looked at Pete and snarled. He felt the kid had done this on purpose but didn't feel like staying around until the policeman that was walking toward them got there. He took off in the direction he had just come from at a very fast pace.

Pete put the glasses on again and pretended he was looking at the toys but he was really trying to see if the thief might try again. As he looked in the direction the man had just taken in his retreat he saw a cab pull up to the curb and just as it pulled to a stop a muffled gun shot rang out and a man making a quick withdrawal from a liquor store opened the cab door and got in. At gun point he forced the cab to flee the scene of his crime. Pete noted that the number of the cab was 1313 and thought to himself it must be an unlucky taxi. He removed his glasses, not seeing the thief again, and began walking off with his mother.

"I feel a little tired, Honey." Mrs. Given said to her son. "I think we should take a cab back to the hotel." Pete quickly looked at the cab trolling the street looking for a fare and couldn't help seeing the number 1313. Before he could say anything his mother had waved down the cab and he was approaching them eager for the fare. Pete knew he couldn't allow his mother inside the cab and had to think of something quickly to keep her away. As the cab turned toward the curb Pete yelled out in pain and fell to the ground.

"What's wrong, Pete?" asked a concerned mother.

"I turned my ankle a little bit and it hurt. I think it will be O. K. in a minute." The words had hardly faded when he heard the gunshot and saw the man running from the liquor store to the cab. He entered the cab and was off before Pete had time to get to his feet. A police man walking down the street also heard the shot and was on the scene in a couple seconds. Seeing Pete kneeling on the sidewalk made the cop think Pete had been hurt.

"I'm all right, Sir," Pete answered when asked how he was, "and I saw the number of the cab that the crook took off in. It was number 1313."

"That was very observant of you," the policeman said to Pete as he reached for the phone on his shoulder and called the information into headquarters. "If we are lucky we should have this crook in custody in a very few minutes. Thanks for your help."

Pete's mother hailed down another cab and they rode back to the hotel. Pete wore his glasses many times in the next several days but nothing unusual happened.

Pete's dad drove an eighteen wheeler making several trips across the USA every year. A little over a year ago, for his sixth birthday, Pete was allowed to join him and they drove from the east coast to west coast. Usually Mr. Given would head for his destination and never weaver from the route until his truck was parked in the unloading dock, but because this was a special trip he had deviated several times to show Pete things of interest.

When Mr. Given returned from a trip Pete and his mother always drove to the loading dock in their town and picked up his father. This trip when they drove into the yard Pete had his glasses on for he wanted to how them to his father and tell him of the things he could see when he wore them. His dad wasn't due for ten or fifteen minutes but through the glasses Pete saw him drive into the yard, pull up so he could back into his loading slot, and start moving his truck in reverse. From the first slot, ten doors down the line, Pete saw a loaded truck pull out and head for the exit. The departing truck should have stayed to the right and move at a snail's pace until he cleared the yard but something had happened to the driver. He was moving way too fast as he crashed into Mr. Givin's truck. The fuel tank ruptured and ignited into flames that were as hot as lava from a volcano. Mr. Given was trapped inside and before anything could be done to suppress the flames Mr. Given and the driver of the other truck were burned beyond recognition. The driver causing the accident had suffered a slight heart attack and had lost control of the steering wheel and brakes.

Pete removed his glasses and seeing everything was fine told his mother to call 911 and have an ambulance ready. He didn't have time to explain all he had seen to his mother and was trying to think of something to keep the first truck from moving. He jumped out of the car and headed toward the first loading slot. The truck was fully loaded and the driver was signing his papers in preparation for departure. Pete went to the front of the truck where nobody could see him and started letting the air out of the tire. The weight of the load caused the tire to flatten quickly and as Pete was getting ready to return to his mother he felt a hand grab him by the shoulder. The dock foreman was surprised to see it was Pete but mad because the trip would be delayed until the tire could be reinflated. He shuffled Pete into the office where his mother was just finishing her 911 call.

"I caught Given?s kid letting air out of John's front tire," the foreman reported to Mark Hanes ( the company owner ) who was sitting in his office.

"What in the world is going on here?" Mark asked Mrs. Given. "You rush in here and make a 911 call and your son lets air out of a tire. "Is something happening I should know about?"

As they were speaking Mr. Given drove into the yard and backed into his slot. Before he had time to turn in his paperwork an ambulance pulled into the yard and wanted to know where the needy person was. Several voices from the first slot began to yell for the ambulance and in minutes John was inside and heading for the hospital.

The owned was at loss for words and when his vocal cords decided to work again asked Mrs. Given and her son how they knew what was going to happen.

"If I told you I don't think you'd believe me," Mrs. Given said, "so lets just be thankful everything turned out all right and nobody was hurt."

"Why did you let the air out of the tire, Pete. Can you tell me that?" "I knew somehow if John drove his truck and had a heart attack he would have crashed into my father's truck."

At that moment the phone rang and Mark answered it. He stood shaking his head for a couple minutes and after hanging up the phone turned to Pete. "That was the hospital and they said John will be alright. They also said another five minutes and he wouldn't have made it. I don't know how you did it, Pete, but I'm really thankful to you. You saved John's life and probably save me from losing two trucks."

In the car on the way home Pete told his father about the glasses and all they had done. Always the skeptic Mr. Given was sure there had to be a logical explanation for everything that had happened but couldn't explain a single one of the events that had happened to his son.

Early Sunday morning Pete was sitting in front of the TV watching cartoons when his mother called to him.

"Pete I'm going down to the grocery store to get some syrup for our pancakes. Want to go with me?"

"Sure, Mom," he answered as he turned off the TV and reached for his jacket. It was a little warmer than he expected so he threw his jacket in the back seat and settled in up front with his mother. It was a short ride to the store and when they parked in front his mother asked him if he wanted to go in or just wait for her. She would only be a minute.

"I'll wait here, Mom," he said reaching into the back seat and removing his glasses from his jacket pocket. He put the glasses on and as his mother entered the store he noticed a small plane flying overhead. He watched it for a minute and then looked at the store his mother had just entered. Smoke was coming out the door and in seconds Pete could see flames consuming the entire building. He took the glasses off, put them in his pocket, and ran toward the store as fast as his short legs would carry him.

He searched for his mother and saw her walking down the aisle toward the object she had come there to purchase. He ran up to her and took her hand just as she removed the syrup from the shelf.

"We've got to get out of here in a hurry and take everyone else with us. The store is going to catch on fire and burn almost to the ground. I saw it through my glasses.

Pete's mom wasn't sure how he could see all these things but she knew he did.

"No one is going to believe us if we just say the store will catch on fire, Pete, so you go find the fire alarm box and break the glass. I think it is back between the two rest rooms. I'll go tell the store manager what is going on."

Pete took of on the run and as soon as he located the alarm he broke the glass with the little metal hammer. As soon as the glass shattered and the alarm sounded he headed for the front of the store. His mother was having an awful time convincing the store manager that something was wrong. Pete put his glasses back on and pointed to the rear of the store.

"Smoke will be coming out of the rear room any time now. There is some paint and thinner sitting around back there and they have caught on fire. You had better get out of here in a hurry. This is an old store and will burn like kindling."

"I don't see any smoke coming," and before the store manager could finish his sentenence smoke started billowing from the rear of the store. In moments the store was empty and in minutes the fire department was there trying helplessly to extinguish the flame "What will you do with the glasses if you can't use them any more." "I think I have one more use for them but I'm not sure yet what it is. I'll just keep them and see what happens."