God’s Grace In Surviving A Car Accident

Cars were buzzing all around me. People came out of no-where to assist. In my dizzy state. I tried to answer questions. I did not know where, let alone who I was. Two police officers gently carried me off the road. All I wanted to do was pick the flowers by the fountain. There are no fountains in Blenheim, New Zealand.

There were no broken bones either, but my backside was sore. Sore, because I had slid along the road. My leg felt numb and I had pins and needles in my toes. The ambulance arrived. A nurse pricked my finger.

“Ouch! What are you doing,” I asked.

“Giving you a diabetes test.”

“I was hit by a car, not an ice cream truck.”

At the hospital, doctors and nurses took care of me. They put a giant plaster on my backside then sent me home. I know I am lucky to be alive. I am now really enjoying life again. Riding my bike has been an ordeal, but by God's grace, I will fight fear and panic attacks.

The driver of the car paid for the repairs to my bike. She also gave me a box of chocolates and a bag of apples. Being grateful that I am still here, I forgave her. The apples were sweet too. A week or so later I was able to sit down again. All through this ordeal, I think about the goodness of God and his people. It is truly a great day to be alive.

If my bicycle helmet were not on my head that day this story would have a different content. If you ride a bicycle, please wear the safety equipment. I am glad I did. There is another helmet we want to be wearing. It is the helmet of salvation. Are you wearing yours, I hope you are because you never know what is coming.

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