My How Time Flies
I really was minding my own business.
I really was driving the speed limit.
It really was my favorite car, and I still miss it.
An innocent Saturday morning returning from an early morning meeting at church resulted in some fairly significant changes for the next six weeks of the end of my 1999.
I don't wish this on anyone, and I know many have been involved in automobile accidents with so much worse results. I can't imagine some of them.
I only know that (7) years ago on the Saturday before Thanksgiving, my life changed.
I still feel sorry for the poor girl who was late for work that morning. It had rained, and the streets were more slick than she realized, and that "dead man's curve" on Berry's Chapel was not kind to her.
I really was driving the speed limit.
It really was my favorite car, and I still miss it.
An innocent Saturday morning returning from an early morning meeting at church resulted in some fairly significant changes for the next six weeks of the end of my 1999.
I don't wish this on anyone, and I know many have been involved in automobile accidents with so much worse results. I can't imagine some of them.
I only know that (7) years ago on the Saturday before Thanksgiving, my life changed.
I still feel sorry for the poor girl who was late for work that morning. It had rained, and the streets were more slick than she realized, and that "dead man's curve" on Berry's Chapel was not kind to her.
I will always remember that violent collision - if you have ever been in any kind of automobile accident, you know what I am talking about. It is simply horrible, and to this day I am cautious to drive anywhere near the center line on any road.
So, as I approach my 7th anniversary of losing my beautiful 1989 Nissan Maxima, I am grateful that is the only thing I lost in this experience.......besides not being able to do my "job" at the most crucial time of the year - Christmas....... (thank you Vicki, Karla, and Barry!)
So, as I approach my 7th anniversary of losing my beautiful 1989 Nissan Maxima, I am grateful that is the only thing I lost in this experience.......besides not being able to do my "job" at the most crucial time of the year - Christmas....... (thank you Vicki, Karla, and Barry!)
posted by DW at 9:11 PM
2 Comments:
Sydney still remembers you sometimes as the guy in the wheelchair with the broken leg. She had just turned four years old, so seeing a fella laid up with a huge cast on his left leg was a pretty significant moment for her too. Here's to favorite cars and cautious driving. Cheers.
9:24 AM
The thing I remember best from that time was learning all over again how to pray -- that lots of words aren't required, God just needs to hear our hearts and he can take care of whatever we or our friends need -- "Dear God, Mr. Dennis, Amen." Bless you, Jacob Lawrence! :-)
Vicki
5:43 PM
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