I am happy to announce that I am alive, and so were all people involved. (Myself and Ananias)
Today, on our way back from the airport from taking Ananias' wife to catch a plane a huge big metal jobby (which my friend Jaco tells me is used to hold containers on top of trucks) flew off a truck, bounced off its tyre and through my windscreen.
All I have is a very bruised arm and a broken car to show for it, but it was close! And I can count a few things that could have been different...
- If I wasn't changing gears when it hit me it would have hit my arm holding the steering wheel and I would have probably veered into the truck.
- If I wasn't wearing my sunglasses my eyes would have been peppered with glass like the rest of my face.
- If it had hit the car a few inches lower it wouldn't have been deflected by the body work, it would have flown directly into my upper body.
I am a little freaked out! And I have a new 6kg paperweight to help me appreciate what it means to be alive...
I don't mean to be melodramatic - but that was a bit too dramatic for my liking.
I'm not sure if I believe in God sparing people - because if I did I would have to believe that God intentionally doesn't spare some and that doesn't make sense to me. But... It does remind me that God wants me to enjoy every moment I have with everyone I have around me; to be who I am called to be without apology to anyone... and a whole bunch of other important things.