A few days ago my parents got in a car wreck on their drive back from New York. They were in Dad’s pickup truck pulling a camper. They hydroplaned, spun around 3 times through oncoming traffic and finally slid into a ditch.
The camper was filled with things they were bringing south to my grandmother.
Neither Mom or Dad were injured, but their truck and camper are in bad shape. They are both now safely back in Georgia trying to sort out what to do with insurance and all of that. Dad has had some horrible nightmares, but those are passing.
I am very thankful they are both okay. Really, the last two days have been the best days of my life. It’s the worst feeling in the world to imagine that you could lose someone you love. Every time I hear a siren, I pray for the people who need that ambulance or firetruck.;
I mean, that ambulance could be going to help Candyce. More than anything, praying for people like this keeps me from getting so self-consumed that I forget that there are real people, real families who are in pain. I also make an effort never to be captivated by tragedy on the news without forgetting the hearts of the people who are directly effected.
It’s only fair. I don’t want anyone to be entertained at my death, so why should I be entertained with theirs?