Lucky Friday


We have all had different feelings and motivations since the events of September 11th, 2001; and I am not trying to play off of any national pride. In fact, what I want to relate to you today has nothing to do with America as a country. It's just a little personal thing...

It was Friday, driving home after a long day of work, and I was in a pretty good mood. Tired, but happy for the weekend, and a good song on the 80's radio station was still going through my head. On a flat stretch of road, I could see up ahead of me 2 large fire trucks, and at least 2 paramedic trucks. This would not be the first car wreck I had ever been close to, and probably not the last either. But something about this one made me feel connected to it-- as if I knew the people in the cars or something.

I don't have a long story to build up excitement; this was a medium bad car wreck. One car had been waiting to turn left, and the other car had sped up to make it through a yellow light turning red; so, a car going about 50 hit a parked car almost head-on. I don't know that anybody died in this wreck, but I promise you that nobody walked away from it, either. So I see the smaller white car, and the front end of it is smashed all the way back to the windshield; ouch. And that was when I remembered how lucky I am.

"I'm going home tonight. And even though I don't know what I want for dinner, and we're out of milk, and I've got 3 loads of dirty laundry on my dirty floor, and money is tight, and the world's going to hell; but, I'm going home tonight." And however many people were in both of those cars, those people are not going home tonight.

So maybe your little world of drama is not nearly as bad as it could be. Think about it.


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