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Car Accidents...

I wrote the stuff below a while ago, but I didn't get to finish. I'm not quite sure how to edit it anymore, so I'll just post it:

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Yes, my mother and I were in a car accident. No one was hurt, praise God.  But there were 2 things I realized as a result.

  1. Your life is not in your hands. Potentially, anything can kill you.
  2. People are/can be evil. (Even ones who own cars with the little fish symbol in the back).
I am going to talk about the second point first - not sure why. This is the first automobile accident I can remember and since no one was hurt, we didn't call the cops. The driver who crashed into us at first fully admitted it was her fault.  I, being naive, inexperienced, and very trusting, thought she appeared to be a very nice person. Mom told me to take pictures of the license plate and the "crash scene".  I find the little fish symbol on the back of her can.  Ok, that's a good thing.  After a series of events - the lady is ignoring our phone calls and her phone line is always "busy".  It would seem like she is backing out and not going to pay for damages. Really?! You're going to admit it's your fault when no one's around and try not to get the police involved, but when you find out the costs, then you back out?!  It's maddening! I still can't believe there are people out there like that.  And yes, I do realize my "sheltered-homeschool-kid-look" is showing.

But back to the first point - I'm sure this doesn't become real to you unless you're in an inevitably perilous situation, especially when it's not your fault.  I always knew in my head, my life was not my own.  But in that one moment where I shrieked in real fear (which I don't often) and could only curl up in hopes that the other driver wouldn't continue to slam on the accelerator - I felt really helpless and small.  It wasn't even a big accident.  But that loud crashing sound of metal and plastic bumper and broken glass from the lights - it could have belonged to a situation more life-threatening.
I'm sure you have read similar posts. Not only did I realize I could have died if the situation had been just slightly different - I realized, my life could be taken at any time. *snap* Just like that. 18 years is not much time to make a difference for Christ - or is it? One begins to wonder what more influence they could have been in the time they were given.  Even numerous unnoticed acts of kindness and love would have been better than wasting one's time waiting until one is wise and experienced to do good.  

Ephesians 5:16 - making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil.

I needed that reminder - even if it cost a lot.  That car was my favorite car, too :( .

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~CJ

Comments

  1. Mmmm, good reminder! Especially at our age, it's hard to live for eternity every day because death seems so far away.

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  2. Exactly - no one knows what will happen tomorrow. We need to live like there isn't even GOING to be a tomorrow!

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