 This is NOT my car but it is an image of a wrong way, head on collision from komonews.com. "You can't do anything about the length of your life, but you can do something about its width and depth." ~Shira Tehrani
It's a little disconcerting (and hopefully not prophetic) that yesterday's blog article topic was "Bucket Lists" and today I nearly lost my life in a very close call. On my way home from work I encountered a vehicle driving on the wrong side of the road heading right for me at 50 mph. Had I not swerved in time, he would have plowed straight into me, as it was, he only missed me by mere inches. He kept on driving in the opposite direction and I continued home shaking the entire way (and swearing viciously). People die in car accidents every single day, this stark fact never more potent to me than right now. Worse, most of those accidents are completely preventable! I admit I see these stories on the news all the time and rarely give them much more than a fleeting "how awful". But every day someone's life is lost, someone's family is grieving and life as they know it will never be the same again. Just like that...an instant that changes things forever. And, like, what are you going to do? Worry every time you get behind the wheel? I'd make myself crazy if I thought of all the "what ifs" that could happen, but I don't want to become comfortably numb, either. Often we are so very careless with life, not treating it with the reverence it deserves. And when it's lost, there is no going back. Why are we like this? When did it become acceptable, or has it always been? When did it become okay to answer that text or rush to keep from being late to wherever and put everyone around us in danger in the process? Why is that OKAY???? I don't know the answers to any of those question, nor why it seems life has such little value when stacked up next to a whole host of nonsensical things! What I do know is that I'm extremely grateful my Guardian Angel didn't have the day off. I also know I will be even more mindful of all the lives "out there" with me while I'm on the road. I will hug my family a little tighter today and offer up a prayer of gratitude that my life was spared.
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I grew up in rural North Carolina. When I was only nineteen, I moved away and became a military wife. My only aspiration at that tender time in my life was to create an adult life that "fixed" all of the "injustices" of my childhood. Secretly, however, I wanted to reach for the sky! I wanted to be a writer and find ways to "save the world" (my mother used to say, "You have Save the World Syndrome".). Mostly, I wanted to matter. Archives
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