Have you ever had one of those days?
Yesterday, I came down with the flu. After 4 hours at my desk and sipping on a Sprite, I ran to the bathroom as my body had apparently pulled the "Abandon Ship!" cord. Then, I went home. Quietly. Miserably. Disgustingly. I went home.
I woke up when my phone range later in the afternoon. I was hot, under a blanket, and not really awake yet. I admit it. I hit the "ignore" button on my mother. She was probably seeing if I was at work still and wanted to get dinner with her and my father. I rolled over and couldn't go back to sleep.
Finally, I listened to her message. Gramma. Hospital. Possible stroke.
I thought, "Great, I'll check into the hospital while I'm there visiting my Gramma."
I struggled for a while and decided that I could do absolutely nothing in my current state. You see, when I'm sick, I shut down. I don't move. I don't ask questions. I don't answer questions. I don't like talking. I don't like moving.
Things I do when I'm sick:
- Roll over
- Put on a sweatshirt
- Get up and walk to the bathroom
- Drink water
- Take off a sweatshirt
- Watch movies that I would never watch in a healthy state of mind
- Eat Carr's crackers
- Cry some more
My Gramma is having tests run and my mother is with her right now. All I can do is pray, pray without ceasing.
This morning, on the 210 west freeway around Campus Avenue, I was passed by a middle aged man in a dark colored Honda that had flames coming up the hood and sides. As he passed me I thought, "Go ahead Grampa! You look like an idiot in that car!" I may have even said it out loud, who knows?
A few minutes later I see brake lights ahead of me and cars began to dart left and right. Then smoke rises up. In just a few brief moments, that older man in the Honda that had passed me was involved in a multiple vehicle accident. I saw him, dazed and stunned. He opened the door to the car but didn't get out. He was obviously shaken.
Then I saw the middle car but the driver was stuck in the vehicle. That was car that was giving off all of the smoke. The final car was a truck and the driver had already hopped out and was checking on other drivers.
Also passing at the time of the accident was a California Highway Patrol car. The officer was running from car to car, checking on drivers and passengers and assessing the situation as I passed.
Some of you might think I'm nuts, but I pray a lot in the car. I pray because I'm alone in the car and I can gather my thoughts. I pray because I can talk out loud to God and it just looks like I'm on the phone. I pray because driving is stressful, and prayer calms me down.
I was in the middle of a prayer when the accident occurred. I was telling God all about how I needed help because I'm not enjoying my job as much as I used to. I was asking God to be with my Gramma. I was begging God for the winning lotto numbers so I could pay off all of my family's debts and buy them all nice houses.
Then I saw the faces of the people in the accident. That man in the Honda & I had been driving next to eachother just minutes before the accident. I get to go about my day as usual. He'll have to go to the hospital.
Then I prayed for them. I thanked God that I no longer have the need to drive fast all of the time. I praised God for all of the blessings he's given me over the past few years. I breathed in and out deeply.
Then I realized I was crying. I was crying fairly hard. Why was I crying? No clue. I'm not a cry baby usually. Perhaps it was the flu and the residual body ache. Or my Gramma's testing. The shock of witnessing a rather heavy duty accident.
But I've learned I need to be a bit more thankful in my prayers, because I'm truly being protected.