On March 18th, 2013 my life changed in an instant, and in a way most would view as unique.
At 9:30am that rainy Monday morning, I was driving to my university for classes. The vehicle ahead of me dropped a basketball hoop and before I could stop, the damage had already been done.
The car I was driving grabbed a hold of the hoop, spun out of control and smacked into the guardrail in the middle of the highway. As I was spinning, I felt something grab my shoulder and pull me and my seat backwards. Glass shattered around me, the doors caved in, the passenger side airbags deployed, and the wheels bent outward. The car was instantly smashed into an accordion-like manner and amazingly I walked away from it.
While most would consider me just lucky to have walked away unharmed, I feel like I’m lucky for other reasons. I’ve never felt any sense of power from above flow through me. God has always been a part of my life, but never truly impacted me in such a way that I believed in him and his capabilities.
Growing up, I was raised in a Catholic family. We would go to church every Sunday and practice all the holidays and beliefs associated with the religion. Christmas was the only holiday that really ever stuck out to me; otherwise I never felt any major presence of God in my life through the holiday teachings. Regular church sessions were just boring to me. While the priests would speak of highly important things, I felt myself drifting away during mass and never felt a true connection to any of the services. I felt like I needed something to happen where just God and I were present, and his work and power hit me like a ton of bricks.
While my car accident was sudden, painful, and incredibly messy, it was also a blessing in disguise. God came into my life when I least expected it. I felt a hand grab my shoulder and pull me back as the car was spinning, and no one else was around. I was told by officers and EMTs that I probably shouldn’t have survived the accident, but someone, somewhere, wanted me alive for some unknown purpose.
It has been a full 24 hours since the accident, and I’ve never felt more alive and aware of my surroundings than I do now. I’ve never been one to say my prayers at night, but last night I prayed and thanked God for keeping me safe and sound. I am in pain with a sore neck and bruises all over, but just being able to feel and breathe still is such a wonderful feeling.
I made a vow in my prayers last night. After saying my thank yous and sending love to the big man upstairs, I promised him I would from then on out pay better attention to his word. I would attend church more often in my adult years, spread his word to those in need like I once was, and believe in him and his glory.
I am a survivor of a terrible car crash and a reconciled child of God. Life is full of beauty and color, both in good and bad situations, and I’ve never been happier even without a car and in dealing with insurance companies and police officers. On March 18th, 2013, I didn’t just survive; I was reawakened and renewed, all thanks to the power of God.