A year ago today, on this last Friday in January, I was hit by a car on my way to work. This morning, I've been a little emotional and anxious thinking back to that day. Every single time I leave my apartment and cross my street (and that's not a hyperbole, folks), I remember that moment that I glanced to my right and the car was already upon me. I also vividly recall that split second between the car striking me and my head slamming into the pavement; that complete surrender to God's will that this was my last moment on Earth. "This is happening" was all I said. What a weird thought to potentially be my last.
There was much chaos that ensued, some heartwarming and some hilarious. You can read my full account here if you'd like. I wrote it about a week after the accident for my coworkers (they love juicy details, those blood suckers).
But what I remember most about that day is the amount of love that was showered upon me. From my neighbors that ran to my need, to the friend who picked me up at the hospital and brought me a fresh change of clothes. And all of the friends that rallied around me the rest of the day and that weekend, helping me face the world again. To them, I am forever grateful.
And I am thankful for this extra year. I have no idea why God spared my life, but I'm simply trusting that there is a reason,. That I was put on this Earth to do great things and my work is simply not yet finished.
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