Monday, monday...
2003-03-07||8:34 a.m.
I finally get to write about Monday. Sorry that it's been taking so long. It's just that so many things happened on Monday that I haven't sorted through it. I better start now...
It all starts with pink eye again. I didn't go to work because I was still sick, so I didn't get to do much in the morning except go to the library to finally finish up my financial aid papers and send them. By the time evening comes around, my mom comes home and I tell her that I need to go to class tonite because I need to take a test. Actually, I had an argument with her, and it was about a stupid jacket! I remember the last words we said to each other before I left for class: "You might die if you don't wear your jacket." "You want me to die, don't you?"...How could I say that? I mean, I know my mom doesn't want me to die, but I was so mad, it just came out.
So I leave at around 6:00pm, and decide to stop by Barnes and Nobles to get a frapuccino. I was turning left, when all of a sudden I hear a big pop, and when I open my eyes, my car is in a big mess...
Yeah, I got in a car accident. And I thought it would never happen to me. I sat there in the car for a few minutes thinking, "oh no...aw man." I then got out of the car to see how the other person was doing. The guy was a little pissed, but he didn't say anything to me. He was talking on the phone the whole time, telling his whole family that he has no car, and no money now...blahblahblah. And I just stood there for practically an hour, just staring at the car, and trying to dodge the glaces from the other cars passing by. Maybe they thought that I was the victim, but because the guy had the right of way, I got the ticket. And it doesn't matter if he was speeding, of if he was talking on the phone the whole time. It was my fault because I got in the way.
But you know what, I didn't really care about the ticket, or the car. I was just so amazed at how God just saved my life. I knew he was there with me in the car, because I would be dead now. And I wasn't afraid. I was a little shaken, but I was not afraid. I thought that if I ever got in a car accident, I would freak out and cry like crazy. But I was calm. So calm that it was scary!
So I called my mom on some guy's cell and told her what happened, and a few minutes later here comes my father and my brother to the rescue. Of, course I cry on his shoulder for a while. He then goes and talks to the cop. I'm so glad that my dad was there, because he can handle anything. And I am so happy to have him as my dad. He might have been mad about the car, but he didn't show it. He just hugged me tight and said, "I'm so glad nothing happened to you..." *sniff* (come on, Sara. you can't cry!)
So, when I got home, I went to my mom and gave her a big hug and told her, "I'm so sorry" and sobbed in her arms. I mean, I really could have died, and that was the last thing I said to her before I left. Words are really powerful! *sniff* Aw man, I'm crying again *tries to wipe the tears before anyone sees*
Well, that's it. That's what happened to me on Monday, March 3, 2003. wow...isn't it ironic that the accident happened on 03/03/03? What's also ironic is that I had to tell my testimony on Wednesday, so it was pretty cool because I got to tell the youth that God saved me from an accident that just happened 4 days ago, and I'm alive to tell it! WOW! God is so AWESOME! The youth band gets to play on Sunday morning, so I might even be able to tell the whole church too! What a testimony!
"here's comes the sun...doodoodoodoo! here comes the sun...i say, it's all right!"
~Silverluna
