Monday, July 2, 2007

Pole Dancing

Well, today I hit a light pole and knocked it down. I had just purchased a chest of drawers and it was in my "trunk". This forced me to place Gia's stroller, and other normal trunk belongings in the back seat with her.

She wails. Not an, "I need some attention mom!" wail, but a "Something is desperately hurting me!" wail. SO, I whip my head (and apparently my arms) around to check on the light of my life. She's fine.

The remainder is some what of a blur. I remember going up on the curb and thinking...Ralph is going to kill me if I scrape these stupid rims. And then I thought that I was braking. Pushing as hard as I could and I wasn't stopping.

I look down. Examine foot position. Find break. Screech to a hault.

There is a woman behind me screaming obscenities. I think...oh, LA road rage. Nope, the light pole I hit, hit her car. Had she been two seconds ahead of where she was, she would have been killed or seriously injured. Thank you Lord for your sweet timing.

Jump out, grab my SCREAMING BLOODY MURDER lovey. Hug her. Break down crying. The woman behind me is ok. Thank you, God. Thank you so much. Praise Your name.

Come home. Too emotional to blog about the rest of my day.

So glad that all involved are safe and healthy.

Thank God for your health and family tonight.

2 comments:

Amanda's got Baby Bangs said...

Wow. I'm so glad everyone was okay. Praise God for perfect timing!

Profbaugh said...

I'm so glad you both are okay. Cars can be replaced. Poles can be replaced. ANY accident that you can walk away from is a GOOD accident. Today, I'm praising God for His protective hand on your life!!

~Cheryl