My worst nightmare happened on October 16th this year. On my way to work at approximately 6:50 a.m. I heard a thump on my car and a blood curdling scream.
My heart beat so fast and I wish it would have been me who was screaming.
I immediately stopped. I ran as fast as I could to see this unfortunate thirteen year old girl who was sitting on the median of the street I had just turned left on. I never saw her, even though a clean sweep was done before I turned. This young lady wasn't doing anything wrong and was in the crosswalk on her way to school. I immediately held her in my arms and then gave her my sweater to absorb the blood running from her forehead. Praise the Lord God whom saved her!
This girl was taken to the emergency room and had suffered minor injuries. She had a scratch on her forehead and some bruising where my side view mirror impacted her. They didn't have to keep her overnight, thank goodness.
As for me, I can not forgive myself yet. I keep hearing the sirens and feeling terrible about what she felt and how her parents felt. It was only a few months prior that my son was hit by a car and I got that call from the hospital.
I have done all of my responsible duties regarding this incident, except for traffic school. The price I paid was minute for a life.
After the incident, I lost the account for work since they had felt I was too sick to drive an hour a day. Not to mention the fact that I was always early and stayed late with hardly ever a lunch break. Still, a small price for a life!
As for myself, I have not slept regular hours, eaten properly, felt happy about most things and didn't send my mom a birthday card. This is the first article I have written since all this occurred.
I wasn't speeding, have not had a ticket for years and everyone is doing okay. So why do I still feel like garbage? If anyone were to be injured or killed, I would prefer it to be me. I can not even drive without getting upset when drivers get in a hurry and honk.
I can see the hand of God through all this, but I am not forgiving me. The following Sunday I debuted in a duet which had written a song prior, but I had been so frazzled that I feel it was awful.
I am trying to get off the pity-pot and be more grateful. If you would pray for me I would greatly appreciate it.
Lord bless you all abundantly.