As many have seen or heard about, I was involved in a wreck the week before last when a tree suddenly fell and hit my car. We ended up swerving onto the other side of the highway, and I can honestly say that it was the scariest feeling I've ever had in my life. One thing I can say about it though, is that I'm extremely blessed and thankful that my best friend and I were injured seriously and that no one else was involved in the wreck. But honestly, it all happened so fast.
Saturday, October 15th was just like any other Saturday when I'm home in Rison. I just went to see a movie, and got McDonald's after that. Nothing out of the ordinary. On our way home, Darby and I were doing what we do best -- talking. It was about 9:30-10 at night, and the last thing I remember is seeing a tree sway in what I thought was the wind, and then something hitting us. Then opening my eyes and seeing airbags everywhere and the car's horn going off. We were both screaming, crying, I was asking God to just be with us, all while looking for our phones to call for help. But those few seconds that we were sliding across the road felt like forever, and I don't even remember if I let go of the steering wheel at this point. All I know is that I thought we were both done for. I thought we both be hurt pretty bad, and that we'd be going to the hospital. Just the fact that in about 10 minutes my life went from normal to chaotic is very crazy to me.
Most of all, I'm thankful that God was with us, and that he helped us to stay safe during it all. I'm thankful for the people that stopped to make sure that we were both okay. I'm thankful for my aunt, uncle, and Darby's dad that all rushed there whenever we called them and made sure that we were both okay.
However, it gets worse. Aside from the wreck as if that wasn't enough to upset me, was the officer that showed up at the scene. This guy was definitely not sensitive to the situation, nor did he care if we were okay. The first things he asked us when he got there were "Where were y'all coming from? What were y'all doing? Where were y'all headed?" Just like we had done something bad. But we responded with "We were at the movies in Monticello, headed back home to Rison." To both of our surprises, he then began to question our faith. He looked at me and said "You better consider yourself blessed to be alive. I'm afraid to stand beside you, I might get struck by lightening. When's the last time you went to church?" To which I responded, "A few Sunday's ago." His response was "Don't you think you need to be going more often then?" And after, when he had my license he said "Yeah, I'll pray for you by name." And then after, he asked where I went to church.
The point is though, I know where my faith lies. I would've really appreciated this officer praying for us right then and there in a polite way, instead of drilling us on what we should do. All I know is that I will never forget this night.
