Do you ever have that moment where you don't know whether to feel relief or horror?
I was on the freeway driving to meet Jefferson at the movies tonight and I saw this:
As I drove towards the accident I had all of these thought running through my head.
What happened? Was anyone hurt? Do I know anyone who drives a maroon mini-van? I hope that everyone is ok.
I said a quick prayer and then noticed that I was driving over the skid marks from the mini-van. My eyes followed the deep furrows in the median where the van crossed the freeway and as I looked a bit closer I saw something that I hoped that I wouldn't.
A yellow shroud on the edge of the road about 25 feet from where I was. I could see the outline of a person underneath. One leg slightly turned out, the other straight. So still. So quiet.
I was there 20 minutes after the accident happened. It could have been me as easily as it was that person. Only by the grace of God am I here. I can only pray that the person who lost their life today is in whatever heaven they believed in.
Please take a minute to let your loved ones know how much you care about them.