Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Bubble

I had a cup of coffee this morning. I knew that I should not have done it, but I did and now I am paying for it – barf. Sorry if that is too much for you today.

Ten years ago when I was pregnant with Shelby I was driving my new Toyota Corolla on the highway to a local mall. Everything was good until the car in front of me slammed into the car in front of him. All of this while driving 65 plus miles per hour in the center lane of a 3-lane highway. I barely missed being a part of it – like if I had hesitated for a second it would have been over. I managed by some grace to swerve into a clear lane. I remember at the point feeling that someone, a power larger then myself made that happen. If I was a second slower I may not be typing my daughter’s name.

I had that same feeling this morning as I stopped short due a person in front of me slamming on their breaks. I looked in my rear view mirror to notice a car not paying attention (a driver not a car, but you know what I meant right?). The second he looked up I saw the panic on his face as he had to find a way to go from 45 miles an hour to a dead stop. I remember holding onto the wheel saying please please please don’t hit me. Then there it was – the bubble. There was smoke coming from his tires and screeching of breaks, but he came safely to a stop less then one inch away from my bumper. We made eye contact in a thank goodness that didn’t happen sort of way. He had a young girl in the front seat and I am positive he was completely unaware of the cargo I was traveling with this morning.

Again, the feeling hit me. The feeling of Nope, Dana this was meant to be and a wreck isn’t going to end your happiness. A feeling of safety and of peace for this sappy girl who believes that there are angels that look over her during the day. I know that is so over dramatic for a fender bender, but I did thank God in that moment and shed a small tear. I am happy to say – so my mother knows – that I did not pick up the cellphone and call my husband because that would have been dangerous – stress and cellphone talking while driving – not good.

Have you ever felt the bubble of protection come over you? Has something happened that you just knew this is going to be bad, but then all was well and you proceed with your life without a scar?

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