On Saturday, I was on my way to conduct a wedding on Tybee Island scheduled to happen at 5 p.m. I was just a couple of miles west of the Bull River Bridge when all of a sudden, the traffic stopped. It didn’t take me long to realize that there had been a wreck up ahead because ambulances, law-enforcement vehicles and fire trucks flew by me. The problem was that half of the wedding party and I were on the Savannah side, while the other half of the party was on the island — and neither side could get to the other.