Last night, I was in a car accident. I was turning left at a green light and someone barreled through the red light and hit me from the side. The driver fled the scene and left me twirling in the intersection with lights flashing, airbags deployed, and my own car telling me that it was alerting the police.
I drove my car out of the intersection, parked it, and got out.
Someone immediately pulled over to help me; she was livid at the other driver. Positively livid. She stated that I was "taking it really well." Another lady pulled over a little later and asked if I was okay. Still another car drove by and some young guys informed me that the traffic light had cameras and that they would catch the S.O.B. who ran. Still ANOTHER car drove up with some young women who FOLLOWED the car and got its license plate.
The police looked for the car and decided it was not the correct vehicle even though it fit the description perfectly. A big, bulky, black car… that's what I saw coming straight at me. The police also informed me that there were no cameras on the traffic lights. They are giving up the pursuit unless someone turns themselves in.
I never got a good look at my car, but a friend living in the town where the crash happened saw my car being towed this afternoon. She said to me, "Holy s***, get to the doctor. It's really, really bad."
Because the other driver ran and they cannot state otherwise, the fault of the accident will mostly fall on me. The police deemed it the equivalent of me driving into a telephone pole. I will be considered not at fault… but still at fault for lack of anyone else to blame.
As I was standing on the street staring at my car with cop lights flashing around me… all I could think was how blessed I am. I told that to the lady who stayed to help, to the police who showed up, to the tow truck that came, and to my friends who picked me up.
I was at a blind corner when I pulled into the intersection, it was night and the black car did not have headlights on when it was approaching… but I still saw it in enough time. I hit the gas, and I moved just enough so that it hit my back door instead of my door, the driver's door. People stopped to help—pursued the guy (or that was their intention), drove around the block and came back to me… People genuinely cared. I had a friend come pick me up even though she was home sick.
And frankly, judging by the damage on my car… I should not have walked away with nothing but aches. Granted, I'm in a lot of pain… but I am alive. I am walking, talking, breathing, and getting things put in order. I'll pay a lot for this since my insurance is all that I have—the other driver will be considered "uninsured" since they fled the scene, meaning I pay for everything they should have paid for. The fault is undefined, so my car insurance rates will go up. But I'm like… I'm alive and capable of finding a way to pay for it. I really have no complaints. I wish things were different, but they're not. And I'm alive, so I can still move on from here.
This is another example of God's faithfulness. This life sucks sometimes, and we often have to suffer from other people's poor choices… but God is faithful. God protects, God provides, and through HORRIBLE events… you see God show up. There is not a single person who showed up yesterday and today who were not sent by God to look after me. People don't have to be kind, people don't have to care… so I'm eternally grateful when they DO.
Thank God for showing up.