“Mama … “ a weak voice trailed off followed by deep sobs.

“Somebody hit me.” 

Instantly fear and panic filled my body.  My baby!!  MY BABY!!!!

“Oh my GOD … YOU or the vehicle?  Are you okay?  Where are you?” I questioned as the blood seemed to drain from my body.

“My car … I can’t … I can’t get out of the driver’s door.  I’m trapped.”

I grabbed my purse and out the door I went alerting my coworkers that my daughter was in a car accident.

Racing to the scene of the accident, a million thoughts assaulting my brain!  I can’t think. I can’t do anything but get to my daughter, and I can’t even do THAT fast enough!

And there it was.  On top of the hill, pushed to the other side of the intersection, was my daughter’s Jeep … with her still inside.  Unable to get out.

Police were in the intersection, I put my emergency flashers on and attempted to get my noodle legs out of the vehicle to go to her.  A hand in the air from across the intersection insisted that I stay where I was.  “But, that’s my BABY …” I pleaded!  He shot me a stern look and demanded that I stay where I was.  That was one of the hardest things in my LIFE to ever have to do was stay where I was knowing my daughter was still inside the vehicle!

The ambulance was on the scene at this point as well, and I said into the universe, “Oh my God … oh my God … it’s worse than I thought!”  as it felt as if my heart dropped completely out of my body.

They were able to help my daughter to safety, and the stern faced officer motioned for me to get inside my vehicle and follow them across the street.

Getting into my vehicle as fast as I could, feeling my hands trembling and my thoughts still being assaulted, I drove slowly through the intersection and what remained of my daughter’s car in pieces on the asphalt.

Reaching the grassy shoulder of the road, I bailed out of my vehicle so fast when I saw her standing there.

My daughter.

Alive.

Breathing.

And I embraced her like I have never embraced her before.  She was still crying, in shock, and my heart was eternally grateful that she was still with us.

Oh, Thank you GOD!!!

At the emergency room, it was determined that she had a mild concussion and contusions to her left shoulder and left hip.  The driver of the dark green colored Mustang failed to stop for the red light.  My daughter, who left the bank mere moments before to go to lunch, proceeded through the intersection once her light turned green … and the rest is what you read above.  The Mustang’s driver hit my daughter’s Jeep Grand Cherokee with such force to sling it like a rag doll across the intersection.  He hit square on the driver’s door, caving it in.

This event could have been a truly life altering event even more than it has been.  I thank GOD for sparing my daughter’s life!!!

This just goes to show you that you can be going about your day doing everything right and due to no fault of your own, your life could change forever.

My daughter is still having headaches and pains in her neck as a result from the accident.

Her Jeep … is a total loss.  We’re in negotiations with the Mustang driver’s insurance company to get reimbursed for our Jeep.  Although the driver’s door took the brunt of the force from the Mustang, the frame is bent, as is the pole inside the vehicle between the driver’s door and the back door.  The driver door would not open, and the back door is warped.  In the mist of this, though, is the good news that the steel bar inside the driver’s door prevented the Mustang from coming into the vehicle on my daughter.  That steel bar saved her life!

In a single moment, in the time it takes to blink, simply BLINK … our lives could have been altered forever.

I thank God for my daughter, for her safety, for His hand of protection over her.

It is disheartening, though, that friends … those that considered themselves family … have not even called to check up on her after learning of her accident.   Alas, God will heal our hearts from that as well.

Appreciate those that you have in your life.  Hold them close to your heart, and never EVER take them for granted.

No one is guaranteed another day on this earth, another minute, another second … only God knows the amount of time we have.

I have asked both of my daughters if their hearts are right with God.  I have stressed the importance because we just never know when our time is up here on earth.  They have assured me that they are saved.  I pray that they are.

And I thank God for more time with my daughter.