Life is Beautiful

Got in a car accident the other night. I was just driving home from school. I was at a intersection and just had gotten the green arrow to go. Half-way into the turn I just barely saw car lights moving at me, and then a split second later I had spun around and slammed into my airbag which thankfully deployed, or that poor steering wheel would have been squashed.

All joking aside, it was really scary. I didn't know what the heck had happened, I didn't even have time to tense up for the impact or anything. One second I'm turning, next second I'm panicking, my leg is hurting and felt like it was bleeding. I was worried sick too about the other person who had hit me, as I was afraid they may have died from hitting me head on. And there was smoke coming out of my airbag (later found out that was normal) so I thought my van was going to explode or something. I wanted to get out out! And yet my leg was hurting, and (I thought) bleeding as well.

So here I was...thinking I'm trapped in a van about to explode and too afraid to move my leg in-case it was seriously broken or hurt. Oh and my glasses had flown off somewhere, so I was blind too. Totally helpless. I rolled my window down, and started to regain my mind and called my mom. And then a lady came over who had seen everything and calmed me down saying everything was ok and I was going to be fine.

Minutes after that the firemen where there, and the police. I found out the other people were in fact ok, and my leg was just scratched and felt heavily bruised. An hour and a half later I was home after going to the hospital to get checked up, and finding out that other than a bruised and sore leg, I was perfectly fine.

I know I should maybe wrap this up with something cliche about how life is fragile (and it is don't get me wrong), but I did have one thought through all this. When I was in the van, I was totally out of control. I couldn't move, for fear of my leg, and I didn't know if the other people were alive, and I was blind, and scared. But God was totally in control. I walked away from a near-head on collision at about 40mph with a totaled car and only a bruised leg, and the other people were fine and I was fine.

Some people would say I was lucky, I think not; things could have turned out so much worse. I could have died. I just think Jesus and I got a ways more on this earth to travel together before I come home with Him.