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Tonight marks another momentous occasion in a young girl’s life.
I got in my first car accident….that was totally and completely my fault….
I know everybody does it, even the cop that showed up at the accident said he’d been in accidents that were his fault.
I still feel like the biggest idiot on the planet, and the worst driver ever.
There was stop sign, I didn’t see it; thus, I didn’t stop.
And neither did the car without a stop sign.
Let me tell you, I cried, like I haven’t cried in long time. I discovered tonight, car accidents are scary. And when you add complete anger and disgust with yourself to that fear, you get a lot of tears.
So my car is not in good shape right now, and my bank account is going to take some hits ($76 ticket for stupid mistakes plus paying to fix a car). And I have a cut on my knee. But my spirits are high right now. Let me tell you why.
I have amazing brothers. I called Box and Matt and asked them to come pick me up. Without even asking what had happened, they were on their way. Matt was there in record time, with enough anecdotes about his own stupid mistakes to raise a girl’s spirits. Now here I am, home, feeling much better, with one of Box’s cars in my driveway, ready to be driven anywhere I need to go in order to get my life back under control.
I find that God is bigger than stupid circumstances. As I sat in my car, endlessly waiting for police reports, tow trucks, and tow truck bills, I realized that God was there. He was with me the whole time. Sure, he let me get in an accident, but as my sense of reality has become much more clear, I realize that sometimes it takes situations like this to get my head back in the game. I cannot always have my life under my own control. I need to let God be the one keeping it under control, my job is not to keep my bank account cushioned, my job stable, and my house clean. My job is do the Will of the One who chose me. I guess, right now, His Will somehow involves the woman who also has a wrecked car tonight, the insurance man I get to call tomorrow, and all the other things that will change in my life as of tonight.
But, like Box said, 5 years from now…none of this will matter. And I wasn’t kidding when I told him I was going to shoot for 5 months or less.
My daddy said he isn’t mad at me, nor has he stopped being proud of me, which makes all the difference in the world.
I got in my first car accident….that was totally and completely my fault….
I know everybody does it, even the cop that showed up at the accident said he’d been in accidents that were his fault.
I still feel like the biggest idiot on the planet, and the worst driver ever.
There was stop sign, I didn’t see it; thus, I didn’t stop.
And neither did the car without a stop sign.
Let me tell you, I cried, like I haven’t cried in long time. I discovered tonight, car accidents are scary. And when you add complete anger and disgust with yourself to that fear, you get a lot of tears.
So my car is not in good shape right now, and my bank account is going to take some hits ($76 ticket for stupid mistakes plus paying to fix a car). And I have a cut on my knee. But my spirits are high right now. Let me tell you why.
I have amazing brothers. I called Box and Matt and asked them to come pick me up. Without even asking what had happened, they were on their way. Matt was there in record time, with enough anecdotes about his own stupid mistakes to raise a girl’s spirits. Now here I am, home, feeling much better, with one of Box’s cars in my driveway, ready to be driven anywhere I need to go in order to get my life back under control.
I find that God is bigger than stupid circumstances. As I sat in my car, endlessly waiting for police reports, tow trucks, and tow truck bills, I realized that God was there. He was with me the whole time. Sure, he let me get in an accident, but as my sense of reality has become much more clear, I realize that sometimes it takes situations like this to get my head back in the game. I cannot always have my life under my own control. I need to let God be the one keeping it under control, my job is not to keep my bank account cushioned, my job stable, and my house clean. My job is do the Will of the One who chose me. I guess, right now, His Will somehow involves the woman who also has a wrecked car tonight, the insurance man I get to call tomorrow, and all the other things that will change in my life as of tonight.
But, like Box said, 5 years from now…none of this will matter. And I wasn’t kidding when I told him I was going to shoot for 5 months or less.
My daddy said he isn’t mad at me, nor has he stopped being proud of me, which makes all the difference in the world.
