I took the picture above very early this morning; it was the beginning of a quest for today’s #WHPFoggy project on Instagram (WHP stands for “Weekend Hashtag Project”).
This was the first Sunday in a while that I didn’t go into the weekend with a pretty firm plan regarding what my blog topic would be. When I was waiting for church to start this morning, I kept going back to the idea of writing about faith. After church, I dropped my in-laws off at their house, stopped in a parking lot to return a call to my husband and check my social media messages, and headed toward home to pick up my son and chauffeur him and a friend to the movies. I was driving along, doing mental calculations of how I would get lunch, do the Wayne chauffeur trip, pick up the items I needed for an idea I had for the #WHPFoggy projct, and get to yoga when BAM!! a truck slammed into me from behind and I found the innards of my car a LOT closer to my lap than they had been just seconds before.
There were four cars involved all together, and here’s how the car I was driving fared:
I am so fortunate to walk away relatively unscathed, as did the other 4 people involved. I am also so fortunate that my friend Patricia, who lives nearby, came and waited with me as the paperwork/tow truck process plodded along. I am sure she will never forget the amusement of emptying out the trunk of my car …… how long HAD I been driving around with two halves of a Duraflame log, a pair of golf shoes, and approximately 150 plastic grocery bags that needed to be taken to recycling?
There had been a very similar accident on the same road (several miles east) earlier this week that resulted in a fatality. I am fortunate.
I have a friend (and family) who made sure I was not alone. I am fortunate.
I had just been sharing with a friend recently who also has a new driver about how I am always telling my young driver to expect other drivers to do the unexpected. That happened. I am okay. I am fortunate.
And even though this accident was not my fault, I am reminded that it is easy to become complacent about driving. The blog ideas, lunch planning, and 500 other worries can wait. I am reminded.
I am grateful to everyone who checked on me, to the divine intervention that allowed me to walk away, to the other motorists who were so kind, and to have arrived home to this:
I started this day seeking the “perfect fog,” and instead got brilliant light.
I am in wonder.
Wife of one, Mom of two, Friend of many. My pronouns are she/her/hers.