Last Thursday evening, on my way home from my daughter’s house, a driver turned left on red and almost crashed head-on into the side of my car. I was talking to my other daughter and her fiancé (through my car’s speaker of course) when I saw that a car was barreling straight toward me. I said, “someone’s going to hit me!” and, I thought “I can’t die now.”
I jerked my wheel to the left and sped up enough that he ended up only catching the back, right side of my car. I stopped right in the middle of the road, before driving off to the side. Another car pulled over in front of me. An incredibly kind woman, named Denise, walked over to me and said, “I saw the whole thing, are you okay?”
I was okay physically, but emotionally I was really shaken up. She said, “You must have a lot of guardian angels watching over you, you could have been killed”.
My husband left our daughter’s house a few minutes after me. He didn’t see the accident because of the timing, but he pulled up behind me. Denise then told him what she saw and that I must have a lot of guardian angels. My daughter arrived next and Denise told her the same thing too.
I gave her my contact information, and when I got home I had a text from her that ended with “I’m glad you are safe 🙏”. Part of what I responded to her was “You are one of those guardian angels” (they come in all shapes and sizes, and this one was a beautiful, petite brunette whose life touched mine in a way I’ll not forget).
I’ll never know why the other driver didn’t stop; why it became a “hit and run”. Maybe he had an emergency and was rushing to get somewhere. Maybe….he was afraid.
How many times have we “hit and run”—not with a car, but with our actions or words?
We give someone an “oh my gosh, what are you wearing” stare, not knowing that he or she might be hanging on by a very thin thread. Have you ever walked by someone and given that person a look that could destroy him or her? You may never think about it again, but it could be that final straw that causes someone to self-destruct.
We crash into someone and dump our stuff (our pain, our anger, our unhappiness), then speed away feeling better, unaware of the residual damage that we’ve hit that person with. Have you ever gotten everything “off your chest”, then moved on to where you need to go, leaving devastation in the path?
We see someone being mistreated and, feeling powerless, keep right on walking. Have you ever witnessed a “human drive-by accident”—something you saw that you knew would cause another person pain, but you didn’t know what you could do to help?
We leave the “scenes of our crimes” feeling as if we’ve gotten away with something, and it’s not until we’re on the other side of those yellow lines that we become aware of the hurt—the unmitigable pain and suffering—we’ve caused. Have you ever not given the care required or the respect deserved?
Like my car, if we’re “scratched and dented” we can usually be put back together but, like a car that’s beyond repair, we can become “totaled”.
Sometimes, if we don’t fix the small dents (hurts), they slowly rust (eat away at us) until the damage is irreparable.
Many people have been hurt so much in this life that they only see their damaged “less-than” selves.
Fear of driving down a road because you might be hit again is one thing, fear of walking through life because you might be “hit” again is a completely different struggle—one that many live with daily.
We don’t know what irrevocable damage has been done to another human, even though the exterior seems to be perfectly fine.
What happens when you see someone barreling toward you, knowing that you can’t get out of their way fast enough? Do you keep trying to move to a safe place? Or, do you brace yourself for the impact, knowing that (as always) you’re going to be hurt?
We could be driving to work—just getting there to get the day done. We could be driving to a friend’s home—thinking about tomorrow or our children or what we’re going to wear to a wedding. And, one day, we could be driving home after visiting a loved one and be hit by a car driven by another mere mortal who ran a red light, and have life, as we know it, end.
Life is fleeting.
What are we doing with this time gifted to us? What choices are we making that affect not only our lives but the lives of those around us? What are we doing to avoid a “hit and run”?
©peace full home®/intentional living
I read and enjoyed this writing, Kay. It touched me when you said, “Life is fleeting. What are we doing with this time that is gifted to us?” It reminded me 0f the Bil Keane quote, “Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present.” Be blessed, lovely lady.
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As you know, all too well, lie is so very fragile. We (at least I) often forget to hold it as gently as we should. Blessings to you, Dan.
Wow, I didn’t know you had been in an accident. I’m so thankful you’re okay and not seriously hurt.
It’s really quite beautiful how you turned your car accident incident into a well written lesson on life. Very nicely written.
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Thank you Betsy. It’s interesting how real life situations impact our awareness of “real” life. Love you.