My Accident

A year ago today I was driving home from a splendid lunch with one of my good friends from school. She works and lives in the Woodlands, so instead of us meeting somewhere, I drove out there to eat with her. After lunch, she ended up taking off work and we hung out a little longer. It was a fun day...until my drive home!

That night we had a party to go to so I figured I should be getting going around 3:30ish or so. This way, since I was gonna be driving on I-45 and the Beltway, I would miss traffic and get home in time to be ready for the shin dig. (And, I was in my Mom's car, so I had to be home so we could all go in that!)

I was about 2 miles away from the EZ Tag (if you don't have one, you should really invest!) and really the roads were pretty clear. About 100 feet in front of me, to the left, one lane over, was an over sized truck. It wasn't quite an eighteen wheeler, but bigger than your average size truck. I guess it looked more like the size of a trash pick up truck, but really, that is beside the point. It had a tall brown fence around the cab and it was carrying tons of plywood. Normally, I would rather not be behind these things because they kind of freak me out, but I didn't think anything of it.

All of the sudden out of the corner of my eye I saw 2 huge pieces of plywood just whirling around in the air. My first thought was "oh no, oh no, oh no...these are not flying towards me!" Then, literally, in about 2 seconds I knew there was nothing I could do, so I braced the steering wheel and shut my eyes. (You have to remember that I am still going about 65 mph!) I felt the initial hit and then opened my eyes to see that I was completely stopped, on the freeway (I guess I took my foot of the pedal), could not see a thing, was covered in glass, and without even looking, crossed about 3 lanes to pull over to the side of the road. (Stupid, I know...but I was in shock!)

All I could think was "My mom is gonna be so mad at me, I just wrecked her car!" I know that really, that was so far from the truth, there was nothing I could do. So, I called my Mom. I wasn't crying or anything but was so still in shock that I could barely tell her what happened. In the meantime, while talking to her, one of the pieces of plywood (because remember there was 2 pieces) was still laying on my hood and every time someone drove by, it would teeter. I just knew that it was going to fly off my car, hit someone else, and then a whole train wreck would happen.

My mom thankfully has On star, so she told me to call them. I did and was so grateful. They knew exactly where I was (to the tee) and told me they would get someone out there asap. The lady even told me she would stay on the line with me if I wanted. I was okay though, because I was still talking to my mom.

Once I hung up with the lady I think the tears finally came. I was in the car, covered in glass, scared the wood was gonna fly off my car, and just waiting for ANYONE to stop and help me. No one bothered. Not even the man whose wood hit me, he had absolutely NO idea anything happened. I remembered I had my camera with me, so I decided to take pictures to give me something to do.

Finally, a police man showed up, called for more back up and was able to help me. I explained to him everything that happened. He got me out of the car, brushed all the glass of me with a special glove and then waited with me for my mom to get there. During that time 2 more cops showed up and also questioned me.

The lady cop proceeded to tell me that it was my lucky day. She told me that really the wood should have come completely through my window and hit me, then initially killing me. The other cops agreed. I stood there in sheer amazement. They couldn't figure out why it didn't go all the way through the window.

People asked me if I told them (the police) it was because the Lord truly had his hand over me and his angels were all over me. My answer to that is no. I was so stunned I didn't say one word. I do know this to be true though. The Lord did have his hand all over this and protected me in greater ways than I can imagine. For that I am so grateful. I look back and think about how much worse this could have been. But it wasn't. I walked away from the wreck with a few scratches, some glass in my hair and that is all. I also walked away with a greater understanding of the Lord we serve. It's the little things. I was supposed to drive my car, but my Mom wanted me to take hers. (I drive a little car, her is big!) I didn't have my sun glasses, but my Moms old ones were in the car, so literally, right before everything happened I put them on. He even cared about the little things.

He IS far greater than all of our circumstances. Praise Him!