I met up with daughter number 2 yesterday, and she told me about something that had happened to them on Sunday, whilst they were driving along with the children to an Adventure Play Park.
It transpires that they were driving along, when a huge lorry literally pulled out in front of them from a side junction, not bothering to stop at all. As Alison said, if her husband was just a bit distacted at that very second, there would have been a tragic accident. As it was, they had to pull out into the oncoming traffic lane and, again, fortunately, nothing was coming the other way, so they were safe.
Needless to say, I gave her a huge hug when she told me this story. Any other outcome, really doesn't bear thinking about. I firmly believe that nothing is by chance. When it is our time to go, then we will go. I just thank God that he was looking after them on that particular occasion.
I still remember when Emma was three years old, I was driving along, when I looked in my rear view mirror and saw this car hurtling towards me at breakneck speed. There was nothing I could do, it all happened so quickly. But my car was flung up in the air, off the road and landed beside a Church, which was set back off the road.
Emma was flung through the windscreen, and I could hear her screaming outside. People came rushing up and an ambulance was called, and we were both taken to hospital. I had quite bad facial injuries and severe bruising where the steering wheel had gone into me. When I saw Emma, there was blood all over her face, and I could see all the cuts but, thankfully, and don't ask me why, they were only superficial cuts, and she wasn't left with any scars at all.
The thing is, about a week later there was a knock on the door, and a Vicar was standing there. He said that he just wanted to tell me that where my car landed was solid concrete only three hours before the accident. Five tons of topsoil had been delivered that very morning. Hence the reason that we weren't more seriously injured. Now you tell me that someone wasn't looking after us on that occasion!
How many times do we read instances of this when something really tragic occurs? 9/11 is a classic case, when people were saying that they stopped on their way to the office to get a paper, or they overslept, or a myriad of other reasons. Exactly the same thing happened when we had the London Bombings. People that always caught that train at the same time, every day, every year, had (for whatever reason) cause to miss it on that particular day.
Gosh, not a particularly uplifting post from me today I suppose you could say. I'm sure we all know by now just how fragile life is, and how we really must try to make the most out of every day.
Perhaps I had better leave you with a few quotes, all courtesy of Pinterest.
I have to apologise dear bloggies, for not visiting you in the past few days. I hope to catch up with you all soon. Take care and keep well.
