I was the second person there.
There was still smoke and dust in the air and a lady was staggering around the road half crying and completely in shock.
After asking if anyone else was in the car, I grabbed her and helped her sit down. Then I held her. I put my arm around her shoulders as she sobbed.
After a few moments I moved over to check the car. She was right. No one was in the car.
She was lucky she didn’t die. She wasn’t wearing a seatbelt and the drivers side was crushed. She crawled out the passenger side window and back into life.
Moments earlier she had been cruising down the road surely not thinking about having a stare-down with death. She was consumed with life. She was on her way to somewhere to meet someone to do something. None of those things are important now. The only thing that is important is that she gets another day. One more day. Her life will never be the same. She will always look back on today as “That day.” That day when I almost died… but I lived.
Have you had an experience like this? A day where you should have died, but you lived? What has happened in your life since that point? Have you lived life to its fullest or are things virtually the same?
Have you had a “That day” experience? We’d love to hear it.