A very close call
Yesterday, riding as a passenger, with my college buddy, Stu, going about 60 MPH, we hit a patch of ice on a bridge, fishtailed, swerved, hit the metal barrier, rolled over the metal barrier, smashing it at least 18 iinches out of the striaght line. It rolled over twice, as we went down a 25 foot embankment, until we slammed to a stop against a tree at the bottom of the embankment. The car was totaled, But we were both able to walk out with minor lacerations from broken glass and some pulled muscles. It's a miracle we're not in the hospital today. But outside of a few bandages and an achey pinky finger, I'm fine and stu just has a slightly sprained wrist. An experience like that gives one a different perspective on life. For one thing, after climbing out of the rear passenger door, with the smell of gasoline in my nostrils, (the front doors were unopenable) I started thinking about people. My family came first, but next came people I've gotten to know from OEN. I climbed through half a foot of snow up the 25 foot embankment, waited for police to come and marvelled that I was walking and alive, pretty much unharmed. I am very grateful to have gotten to know so many of you who are part of the OEN community.
Already, my email box is being flooded with well wishes and notes of relief that I'm okay.
So, let's turn this into something positive and have a conversation of past close calls and what we've learned.
answers to some of the comments:
-the speed limit was 65.
-today, we're both feeling much better.
-as the car was rolling over, once, then again, I was feeling very peaceful, even though I knew the next moment could be my last, and I felt that God was with me. That's not a new thing though as my site here shows.
