The Little Things

On the 14th of May; I was minding my own business and waiting for the traffic light to change when an SUV attempted a left hand turn at the intersection and lost control of his vehicle.

All I can say is that it is just like the movies. I heard the squeal of tires and watched helplessly as the back quarter panel of a Chevy Tahoe began moving toward my little economy car. The impact was both deafening and painful.

And the monster who inflicted the damage, never slowed down. He was arrested two weeks later. Apparently he was running from the law.

Guardian Angels truly watch over me because I only suffered a fractured sternum, a totaled car and evidence that it could have been far more worse than what actually happened.

An off-duty cop was one of my witnesses and a woman who was getting her hair cut in a shop nearby came running down the street still wrapped up in a beautician's cape; to give assistance because she was a nurse. She is the one who called David and made sure I was okay.

A fractured sternum is not life-threatening, but has lingering restrictions. For about two weeks, I wasn't able to get out of a chair by myself, settle into bed at night or stretch my arm to reach for a glass, etc. It is painful and most annoying at times.

It is amazing how many things that we do every day without thinking become the most difficult tasks imaginable. Like bending down to pick up a piece of paper; dressing yourself, or reaching for your toothbrush.

You do not want to get the hiccups either, which I did in the hospital hours after the accident. It was a "give me some pain killer- moment for sure.

I am so very thankful for the daily blessings that I received. The tenderness of my grandchildren who willingly fetched and plumped pillows. A daughter and son-in-law who came over and cleaned my house. A mother-in-law who brought me homemade tapioca pudding and other delicacies and a dear friend who brought comfort in the way of essential oils.

And most of all, a husband who patiently waited on me hand and foot for the better part of two weeks. He is a keeper for sure!

My wonderful gas-sipping little car is gone but I lived to hug my loved ones another day. I felt the prayers and love of my siblings; mothers and friends each day as I recovered.

I have been reminded these past few weeks how wonderfully and fearfully that we have been created. Each breath that we take is a gift.

Next week, I will be in Idaho enjoying my family and thanking God, that I have another opportunity to hug my loved ones there. What more can a girl ask for?