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Accidents Happen

WLC Day #20

I just witnessed a car crash about as close as I would ever care to witness it.

I was sitting 2 cars deep at a stop light when a light-sized Saturn SUV came plowing into the back end of a Toyota RAV4 in front of me in the next lane.

There was a startling loud noise, an explosion of plastic and metal, and a horn that didn't shut off. The offending SUV was thrown sideways a bit into the median and the receiving SUV was pushed into the intersection with it's back tire bent in shapes that can't be described.

Both women seemed relatively unharmed (thank you safety mechanics and all the crash dummies who gave their lives to make that happen) and I stuck around to give a report to the police once they showed up.

I am amazed at how life can change in just the simplest activity at any given moment of any day. The RAV4 lady had left work early because she wasn't feeling well. The Saturn lady said she had just been in a big fight with her husband and was feeling out-of-sorts. The RAV4 lady did nothing wrong. She was obeying every law and wasn't even in a moving vehicle. Yet, her day just got turned totally upside-down.

It is amazing how much we think we have control over our day but really we are at the mercy of other people and God.

Nothing is guaranteed.

Nothing is lasting.

Take every moment and live in its fullness.

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