So, I'm sure that everyone that goes through an accident thinks they are going to die. It is a perfectly reasonable feeling. I guess God had a different plan for me that night. Yesterday was the first day since Monday's accident that I actually started processing things. I was even telling the story to someone and I started to cry a little. That emotion surprised me because I feel like I am a spectator just telling the plot of a movie, not that I was in it. These moments of emotion just sneak out and surprise me every time.
I was driving home from working in Limerick that day. I was almost home when I drove over a bridge just past the Sinking Spring exit on Rt 222. I lost control on the bridge while in the right lane due to ice. I remember yelling "oh sh*t" twice as my blazer went to the right without my permission. I believe I hit the guard rail with my back end and then it flung
me across my two lanes of traffic into the concrete median. I hit the front corner of the blazer then it bounced my back end into it before flinging me back across my two lanes of traffic again. I was now headed toward the guard rail again. I knew there was a drop off into a deep ravine-like area on the other side off the rail. With the momentum I was now traveling, I just knew I was going over that rail and ending up upside down in that ravine and no one would know I was there. So I think I closed my eyes and began to panic at that thought of this being it. But the vehicle hit the rail on the front corner and it kicked me straight and I was able to stop. I tried to start the blazer to get on the shoulder more but it was dead. A constable was my witness behind me and stopped to help. What a perfect witness because he
knew who to call and his partner helped to direct traffic around me. Everything in the blazer was a mess. I finally found my phone and glasses and I called Chris. My mom and Chris were now on their way and stayed on the phone with me until they got there. When the ambulance got there they said they had trouble finding me due to a bunch of other accidents that just occurred. With a big pull, they got my door open and I WALKED to the ambulance. Not one scratch or drop of blood. My airbags never deployed, which may have hurt me more if they had. No one hit me as I crossed my two lanes of traffic TWICE! No one crashed trying to avoid me. And I was very sure I was going over that rail. But I was fine. I started to cry just once when the fire police lights illuminated the ravine area. I looked over and started to cry, but at that same time I was getting out of
the truck to walk to the ambulance so my focus was switched to the medics. So other than two fractured fingers, whip lash soreness, and the new bruises I have been discovering after each shower, I am alive and well. I tell this story to help with my processing of the accident but to also share the multiple miracles that occurred that night. I don't know why I'm here or why I was spared but I'm so glad to be able to share this story with you. Thank you all who said they were praying for me and wishing me well. I thank God for His protection that night. He is a good and faithful God. He is always with me.
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