It isn’t often that I refer to myself as “lucky,” but today I am. Mom wanted to feed her coffee habit and I was splurging and having a root beer, so we grabbed Sam and decided to go to Steak ‘n Shake which isn’t even four miles from our house. But those four miles turned out to be perilous today. As I was driving along, actually doing the speed limit (go me!) and navigating the holiday traffic, out of the corner my eye I saw a car coming straight at us and the only thing I could do because of their speed was swerve as much as possible. The problem with that was the oncoming traffic in the area I was trying to swerve. We got t-boned pretty good so the car is a mess but the most important thing was that Mom was okay, and Sam was okay, and it could have been so much worse. Mom said that if I hadn’t reacted so quickly and swerved as much as I did, her door would have been directly hit, and it might have been a completely different story. The other driver and I pulled over and I’m ashamed to say that it was so scary I broke down, especially when I saw the door on Mom and Sam’s side. I can’t express or explain how I felt when I saw the damage where my family was sitting and thought about how close the other car came to hitting them. I just cried and cried and held Sam close.
So today I feel so lucky and blessed and grateful that no one got hurt seriously and that Sam seems to be okay. I’m going to keep an eye on him the next few days and if he acts weird at all, I’m taking him to the vet. The other driver admitted full responsibility and got a citation, so now we have to get in contact with his insurance and get our car fixed. But that part, as annoying and inconvenient as it is, is nothing compared to the thought of losing my mom and my dog.
I don’t know where, or even if, I stand on religion but I did find myself whispering in my head, “Thank you for protecting them.” I don’t know who I was talking to, but I think that’s a question for another day. I just want to snuggle up with Sam and be grateful for what I have.