A month ago tonight, I was still traumatized.
I had gone from being euphoric to being absolutely terrified. I had survived sliding off Route 460 in the beginning of a nasty snowstorm. I wasn’t hurt and my car didn’t have a scratch.
As I sit here on my futon in my warm, cozy apartment, I listen to the wind and rain outside as another cold front pushes through the 757.
Although I was stranded for a day and half and out around $315 for the tow and the hotel room, it could have been a whole lot worse.
I’m counting my blessings tonight.
I have a much greater respect for the weather and the power of a vehicle. I am far more cautious now when I plan any drive in my car. I always check the weather and plan accordingly. No drive or trip is worth my life.
All of this happened for a reason. I know, without a doubt, that God and my guardian angels were by my side on that cold, miserable Wednesday. And I will never forget it.
I’ve been impacted by this experience forever. I occasionally shudder at the memories of that day, but I keep putting it into perspective.
- I wasn’t physically hurt.
- I did not damage my car.
- I didn’t hit anyone else or cause injury.
- I had everything I needed for my hotel stay because of careful planning.
- I had the resources available to afford the tow and the room.
- I had loving, caring friends and family who supported me through the ordeal.
And for all of that, I’m grateful.
Until the next headline, Laura Beth 🙂