Why is it that so often my biggest disappointment is also where I see my greatest joy? Maybe it's because that's where God finally gets my attention. I don't know.
Anyway, back to my truck. I'm slowing down for a stop light Friday morning and *WHAM!!* I was several feet behind the car in front of me and a bit disoriented. I did what I do best - I froze. There was no way I just hit that car. I start looking around and taking stock of the situation...odd detail: my ashtray is half open. I finally look in my rear view mirror in time to see a woman at the back of my truck slowly tilt over to the side and disappear. Turns out, my truck had stopped a runaway motorcycle. The throttle stuck and the rider was unable to stop in time.
It is truly a miracle - the only injuries were some rattled nerves, sore muscles and a small scrape on her leg! My truck wasn't as fortunate:
- Paint cracked and the back of the cab dented
- Side of the bed dented
- Side of the bed bowed out
- Tailgate dented
- Bumper dented, twisted, etc.
All-in-all, I'm very grateful for the way things turned out. Her insurance will cover all repairs and a rental car while my truck is in the shop.
So why do I call this my greatest joy for this week? The firemen and police that responded pointed out that if she had hit a larger or smaller vehicle things would have been much more serious. Because of the height of my bumper and how she hit it, there were no real injuries. I am very grateful for this. Yes, it's an inconvenience (not to mention I'm driving a boat for the next 2 weeks - pray that I don't smack something with that!) but if my purpose was to be in the way so this accident was less severe, I'm glad I was there. Numerous extenuating circumstances put me on that road at that specific time that morning. I don't normally drive that road no matter where I'm going. So I do think God had me there for a purpose that day and I'm glad I could help out!
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