I suppose if everything in life were perfect…well, we wouldn’t appreciate the good stuff, now would we. I’ve been cruising along feeling very blessed lately. I’ve had a couple of humbling experiences in the last couple of weeks. First, my poor niece wiped out and broke her leg while swimming at our house about a week and a half ago. I was sick for two days. She’s 13 (almost)…she’s a basketball player–she’s a teenager–places to go, people to see, etc. I just feel sick that this happened right before school started. Today she got a beautiful green cast–six weeks of that to come. I’m thankful no surgery was necessary. Still so sad for her.
Monday—Scott got home just in time for me to run out to my WW meeting at 5:30. I had dinner going for the girls and Cash was sitting in his high chair. As we said our goodbyes and I was leaving, I’ll never (especially now) forget the view from the back door. I could see each little face perfectly as they were carrying on about whatever it was they were doing there in the kitchen…Cash sitting in his seat looking my way. I had an urge to go back in and give them each another hug and a kiss. Maybe I should have…maybe that extra minute or two would have changed my fate. But, I didn’t and this is what happened.
A man ran a red light and hit me first on the passenger side…and then I smacked into another car on my side. What was I thinking when I saw him coming and I couldn’t do a thing? "I don’t have my seatbelt on." Yep. I didn’t. As a driver, I’m a pretty faithful seatbelt wearer. There are times…like this day, that I’m preoccupied and for some reason, I didn’t put it on. It was about 2 miles from my house. No broken glass, no blood, no visible bruises…pretty sure that every seat in my car was occupied by guardian Angels. Thank God. Thank God my kids weren’t with me as they are with me almost ALWAYS. Thank God I walked away. Thank God for a humbling experience.
I don’t know whats up with my car…it drives! Seems like it took the impact pretty well. Scott has been the lucky one getting to drive it! I took over his truck for now. Still waiting on the police report and insurance junk to get started.
So the moral of this story…feel blessed. Know that things can change in the blink of an eye. Say your prayers and be thankful for each ordinary, unexciting day of your life. Hug and kiss your kids…again. jw