So, today after services we had to run over to a members house real quick for a chat. Regular preacher business. While Josh was speaking I stepped outside and was trying to help a lady on the phone. All of a sudden I head a car wreck. I knew the noise immediately. So I started walking to the fence in the back of their yard when I heard screams. I began running across the street still in my heels and dialing 911 on the way. When I turned the corner I went into 'rescue mode'. There was a minivan smashed into a light pole. Just as I noticed the man lying beside the vehicle I heard the screams of a little girl from behind me. There were 2 girls, one about 7 and the other about 5. I think the oldest was in shock but the little girl was hysterical. She kept screaming 'where are we and what is wrong with my grandpa?' then she would just cry and scream. Neither of them had shoes on. So I ran over to the van and dug until I found their shoes and took them to the little girls. When I was in the van digging I saw the victim...he was lying there, barely breathing, with foamy saliva coming out of his mouth. I stood to the side, out of the way, until the ambulance, police and fire dept. arrived. A man approached me and asked if I had seen anything and I told him no, that I had just heard it. He said the driver had a seizure and hit the pole. Thankfully the first people on the scene were a trauma surgeon and a nurse. I cry as I type this because of how wonderful our Savior is. I may never know if that was providence that the surgeon was there but this man may live another day because of him. After rescue arrived I began to walk back to the house bc there was nothing more I could do (there were a ton of people there already and I would just have been in the way). I got to the fence and realized the gate had locked behind me. So I walked the block around to the front of the house. As we drove home all I could think about were the horrifying screams of those precious girls and the fact that if their grandfather made it thorough how guilty he would feel, even though he couldn't help it. As we walked into the house Josh asked if my feet were hurting...I didn't even notice...I had been running and walking in my heels until the balls of my feet were raw. The rest of the day all I could think about was those girls and how scared they were. To stand there and realize how fast your life can change makes me want to make some changes....I want to pray more. I want to study more. I want to love more. I want to teach more. I want to forgive easier. I want to give more chances. I want to have a better attitude. I want to be a better wife and daughter. Life is too short to be selfish and self centered. I am so thankful for the 25 years I have been blessed with and I pray I can have many more healthy years...but, if I don't I want to be ok with that too. Please pray for me as I begin these changes.
