When Your World is Flipped Upside Down
One year ago, my world was flipped upside down. Literally.
I had spontaneously agreed to go up to Westminster to visit my roommate since we were in the middle of a long winter break. My parents and I had checked out the weather first and we were all wary, but I assured them, "I have to learn how to drive in the snow some time, right?"
I left just when it was getting dark and found myself white-knuckled as I braved the highway, barely seeing the tail lights of the rare car in front of me, not knowing which lane I was actually in, just praying if I could make it off the exit, I'd be okay.
I made it to my exit and breathed a sigh of relief knowing that my destination was only a few miles away. As I continued my drive through Amish country, I realized I still had trouble to get through.
I was driving a steady 15 mph, praying over and over that I would be okay, regretting that I had left in the first place.
Within three miles of my townhouse, I went around a bend and coasted down a hill. Near the bottom of this hill was another bend. As I made this turn, I hit a patch of ice and slid to the right, rolling up a bank. As I screamed, the car tilted over to the left and flipped upside down. I prepared myself for a weight to crash down on me, but it never came. I was okay. I unbuckled myself, and was able to open the door and crawl out.
The rest is a blur. Someone miraculously pulled up and stopped to call 911. My first instinct was to go back in my car to get my phone and my laptop bag--my lifelines. My roommate came and got me. I was cleared by a firefighter and given a traffic violation by a police officer (who later cleared me in court--PTL).
It wasn't until I laid in my bed alone in my room when I broke down into helpless sobs.
When you go through a life or death situation with little worse than a pounding headache, it's an indescribable feeling. You feel grateful, terrified, worried that your headache is a sign for something worse, and completely alone.
I faced the consequences of this accident for months after, a constant reminder of something that may paralyze me for years to come. Even today, one year later, I worry.
But I am grateful for my life and for the reminder that it is precious. It shouldn't take extreme moments to be thankful for all of our blessings, but when these moments do happen--when your world is flipped upside down-- we should turn them into something good.
So today I am going to say one extra prayer and take one more look around and say "Thank you God for this life." I hope you do, too.
Have you had any life-changing moments? Let's talk.